Inside one of the subway stations, I was not sure about directions so I used my high-school-level French to ask a man in a suit if he spoke English. Upon hearing my inquiry, he immediately said no. Fine, I moved on to to ask a ticketing agent, who, surprisingly, answered my question in English. I did greet and ask her in French first.
Upon exiting the metro station, the sky was still dark like espresso. Billy hadn’t been to Europe before. Paris undoubtedly was the the virgin destination to be. Although I visited the French capital twice prior, I was more concerned with navigating the subway and pickpockets. His elation brought out my own enthusiasm as I finally loosened up and appreciated the city of light before the break of dawn.
After breakfast, we checked out the elegant interior of the cathedral and walked around the city hall where “Je suis Charlie” banners hung high and proudly. Around the corner in an alley I spotted a crêpe stand. Ooh la la! I needed to order one with, what else, Nutella. That’s a happy ending of this quick tour before we returned to the airport.