My flight for Paris wasn’t until 6pm, my checkout from this flat that I’ve been staying at wasn’t until noon. I got out of bed at 8 and took my time to pack.

Leaving at a bit after noon, I jumped onto the tram at 12:45, riding it all the way to the airport for 1:30, checked in at 2, I then tried to kill a lot of time at the airport. Playing games, reading my book, doing dancing strides (like the Randall from the movie Clerks) back and forth through the terminal. Eventually I boarded the plane. From Edinburgh to Paris, it was a two-hour flight.

I landed in Paris at 9pm, went up to security and all they did was stamp my passport. They didn’t ask for my papers, no questions asked, just stamp and ‘Next.’ They’re pretty relaxed here. Weird. After getting my bag I began walking towards the subway. Along the way I passed by three fully armed soldiers and five police officers, three of which were sporting full riot gear. Because of the recent attack and hostage situation, I’m guessing that’s why they’re here.

Jumping on the subway, I traveled to Gare du Nord, a station that’s only two streets away from where I’m staying. Gare du Nord is also the station where I’m grabbing a train back to London.

Walking to the restaurant where I’m to pickup the keys to the flat, I find out that it’s closed. I look at my watch and it’s only 10:15. It’s not supposed to close for another hour. I call my hostess and tell her about my situation. She comes over in fifteen minutes, gives me the keys, and shows me to the apartment. I say thanks, we say goodbye, and I go inside. Unpack, brush teeth, I go to bed at midnight. I have a busy day tomorrow.