So my best friend and I got into talking about how we missed Paris one random evening. Next thing we knew we were planning our trip. I took a train from London, she got on a plane from Riga and there we were, checking in at the hotel on a beautiful Parisian morning, the only one we got to witness as it began to rain the following day and almost did not stop throughout our entire stay.
Frizzy hair, partly wet clothes and shoes, constantly having to carry an umbrella resulted in barely any photos taken. We have decided it was our chance to catch up on our time together as best friends, having been living in the different countries for the past 3 years. It was my 5th time in Paris and the 3d time for her so we made sure we stayed in the area we knew would be convenient for everything we liked and possibly needed and never took a taxi; we walked and walked for hours, occasionally sitting down at a cafe or restaurant to refuel.
Exhausted from both long walks and long gossips we would return to the hotel, pretty pleased with ourselves.