With my new bff Moritz firmly on board we both decided it was essential to go to a Boat Party on Saturday night. It's basically a river cruise along le Seine, and then the boat docks and there's a "disco" until the early hours.
He'd met a French girl in one of his classes and she duly invited us to her house beforehand. I was excited when her address was avenue Victor Hugo and I wasn't let down as we were beckoned into a 5 roomed, classic Parisian apartment. It even had a grand piano! We felt a bit like intruders as most of the others were French masters student in droit privé, pretty flash, but slowly but surely a few more of the Erasmus bunch arrived and we settled into a lively conversation with a Spanish guy called Alvaro, whose French accent was so Hispanic and so hard to understand I'm pretty sure he may have been talking Spanish. Then 2 Polish guys came and despite my initial hatred for them when they said they were from Warsaw (see Passport error circa 2009), they were both pretty cool and we formed a 5-way Bromance. Alvaro was particularly enjoying himself as he got a chance to speak to a girl he'd known only as l'Argentinienne until now, the Argentinian, but he soon returned safe in the knowledge that she had a boyfriend!
After much delay we finally arrived at the boat at 1.30 and to be honest I was ready to go home. However I pressed on and it was quite a novel experience. A few too many Vodka and jus de pomme's for me though and I decided to set about going home around 3. A search in vain for a night bus stop forced my hand and I thought right, I'll walk. Bad idea. 2 and a half hours later I arrive back at my door, frustrated and utterly exhausted, I'd traversed half of Paris. At one point I literally nearly walked into the Eiffel Tower without realising and then somehow ended up at l'Arc de Triomphe. I think maybe subconsciously I was taking myself on a walking tour or something.
But, unlike Woody Allen's film, I wasn't transported back to the early 20th century..
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