Parisian Hostel
We stayed in this bitchin hostel that was TRASHED! First off, the guy at the desk didn't speak any english...would you have guessed? So I spent about 15 minutes trying to get accross door lock? Key? Keeeey! Store? No, I don't want to go to a store...etc. etc. without giving out that I have a guitar worth $$$$ in there. We get up there w/ a key after that, and this room is destroyed. Somebody took a hammer to these walls, ripped out the ceiling, shower tiles falling out, no nozzle, electric outlets taped into the walls, smelled of urine, and had a beautiful view. Perfect! The place was pretty dope, central, next to Bastille. We found a great local bar where we sipped Campari rocks late night after everywhere else was closed.
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