So one morning I got crepes for breakfast in the hotel. The breakfast was yummy. I got to eat my breakfast with the window slightly open. The Parisian breeze wafting through the gossamer curtains brought the smells of the city into my room. The street vendors selling roasted chestnuts, the bread being baked in the nearby shop. Everything was so....okay I've got to stop lying. I had a great breakfast. The window was open, and there was a breeze blowing through. I could hear the streets coming alive. It was glorious. The best part was the fresh squeezed orange juice. It is seriously that color. It's the best orange juice I've ever had. Sooooooo effin' good. Was it worth the $11 before my discount? No. The $5.50? Abso-freaking-lutely. More pics to come.
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