It was in the darkest days after the 2001 terror attacks on New York and Washington. People didn’t want to fly so the airlines lowered their prices to entice customers. I did a little research and found that the exchange rate between the Franc and the Dollar worked in our favor. A little more research and I was able to find a nice hotel in the heart of Paris for less than $75 a night.
We had been in Paris in April 2001 and I had fallen in love with the city. I had longed to go back since my foot entered the outbound plane at CDG. Not being a jet setter I figured it would be quite a few years and I was heart sick. But just maybe….
Let’s see: cheap airline tickets, cheap lodging, great exchange rate, and Paris. This was a no brainer
Winter in Paris is much nicer than in New Hampshire even though it is much farther north. We landed on a crisp, beautiful morning. Paris was in my blood and I felt as if I had been there my whole life. Without looking at a map I got us off at the correct Metro stop and quickly found our hotel.
Only we were too early to check in.
No problem, I noticed a café just down the rue from our hotel.
So I was sitting in café, petit dejeuner finished, sipping on a nice strong coffee, loving life. I was in Paris! What’s not to love?
I was, admittedly, very jet lagged. I don’t sleep well when flying. Perhaps that is my excuse. No matter…
My wife got up to use the bathroom. I looked around and noticed the mirrors. My camera was sitting on the table. I turned it on and hit the shutter.
And thus an early selfie was created.