Eat, love and steal....

Well, well Paris- the city of love....or is it. We felt a little let down by the hype around this city of romance. Although we enjoyed many of the great sites we still left wondering if it deserved the admiration other travellers talked of.
Despite our judgments of the city's external look we did enjoy our comfortable stay at "L'Ermitage" and felt much love from the owner of this b'n'b.
Our enjoyment in Paris was when we wandered the streets,the quiet and not so quiet, finding cute little patisseries and lavishly expensive cars shining through huge windows. There was an extremely lengthy line to get into the catacombs when we went but we had heard how good it was and were determined to see it so we waited in the cold and rain for an hour. It was a pretty unique experience walking among the remains of so many people. The way they had set out their bones was so eerie but intriguing. Pretty spooky stuff being up close and personal with the dead!!
 Thanks to Mel and Jas' hot tips we really enjoyed our french lunch by buying a baguette, some Brie accompanied by mulled wine and some amazing macaroons ( black forest flavour and everything!!)
The Eiffel tower was spectacular by day but jaw droppingly gorgeous at night. The huge lines and gale force winds put us off going up the tower. We were quite content just admiring it in all its glory from the ground.
Unfortunately we had a bad experience the day we were leaving Paris. Firstly we rocked up with our eurail passes confidently in hand, only to be told that the 10am train was full and that the next train would be at 2pm and if we wanted a seat it would cost us a hefty €60 each on top of our eurail. Leaving us no option we decided to pay up and catch the train that afternoon. Seeing as though we had a lengthy wait at the station we thought we would head to the McDonald's cafe across the road to hook up a wifi connection and send emails home to our loved ones. This is when things got ugly. We were both swarmed by a group of young kids who got right up in our face and flashed their laminated signs in front of us. One sign covered my hand and one of the girls snatched my phone at the same time then they all ran out an left us wondering what had just happened. I looked at Scott dumbfounded and told him that they took my phone so he ran after them.
While I stayed at the cafe trying to stop my hands shaking Scott caught up with the little gypsy kids and grabbed the two boys yelling at them to give the phone back. All they could say was 'I don't have' and 'help' once Scott got really serious and told them he would take them to the police. Desperation was evident from these kids as they certainly weren't giving back the phone and they would not go to the station with Scott. The girls even started pulling their pants down and yelling at Scott to get him to let go of the boys. They eventually slipped their jackets and ran away, through the crowd of strangers that had formed- all wanting to find out what was going on but not willing to help!
So after a trip to the police station we were both ready to leave Paris behind and hopefully one day remember it for its charmful exterior and not it's desperate, distasteful interior.