The Effiel tower, museums and sore feet!

We had breakfast for the first time at the hostel wasnt to bad, just crossiants cereals and a brick for a crusty cob. We ate breakfast quickly then headed out to the train station to catch the metro to the arc de triumph. You may of seen it on top gear basically a massive roundabout with a big arch monument in the middle for soldiers who died in the war.

When we got to the station we queued up for a carnet of 10 metro tickets and then spent the next 20 mins trying to figure out what metro to get. We found the right tram then wandered around the backstreets till we found it. We went into the peogeot shop where they were showing of there latest concept cars and hunger hit us we found a little french bistro and i got a ham and cheese panini with out the tomatoes!

After lunch we wandered to the effiel tower, as we approached we got pestered by people trying to sell ur mini effiel towers we just politely refused but we just ended up ignoring them in the end. I bought myself a banana and nutella crepe and copey sat at the bench admiring the bunch of people on segways.

We walked down to the military building and noticed a gold dome building so we just head off that way entrusting that the internal copy satnav would find our way back. To our suprise we had stumbled on the musee de l'armee this place was massive and had old suits of armour swords guns, napoleons grave and other war memrobilia. We entered the liberation rooms and it was all about the nazis and the underground resistance. There was a massive nazi flag hung up so did the only thing a british person would do got a quick snap of me doing the goosestep! We were in the museum for ages our feet were killing us so we went to the pub for a beer.

We wandered back to find a metro but copey satnav let us down we spent a good 20 minutes to find one and it was back at the arc de triumph. We got back to the hotel spoke to emily then headed out for tea. We both went for steak and chips it was really good and quick to boot! After that we found the local bars where happy hour was on €3.20 a pint brilliant. I went for leffe the strongest and ian camped it up with hoegarden with a slice of lemon, we drank till eleven then gave up we were both knackered.