Awkward in Paris: Flights with Feeling Featuring Kay Kingsman
So, when I was but a wee lass - at the tender (and stupid) age of 19 - I got kicked out of my Paris hotel in the middle of the night for being an "evil white woman"
*stares in a mirror*
I know, right? Ain't that some mess. Let me explain. So I'm studying abroad in Poitiers, France and one of the other women in my exchange program wanted to do a birthday weekend in Paris. Cute right? Well of the four of us, one of our friends wasn't sure she would be able to make it, so we originally made a hotel room reservation for the three of us. A few days before the trip, our fourth friend confirmed she could go, so we called the hotel to add her onto the reservation. Since it was a double queen bedroom, they assured us everything was fine. Fast forward to the weekend, and everything was not fine. We checked into our hotel around 10 pm, a cute little boutique hotel that was pretty central to a lot of cafes and -most importantly- the metro. We get our keys and as we are headed upstairs the front desk attendant looks at us and says (in French), "Any outside visitors must leave at midnight." Ummm...? We looked around to check if anyone had ghosted in behind us, but nope. Just us four with reservations. So we head upstairs and goof off like your average young adults celebrating a birthday in another country. Until the clock strikes 12:01, and the phone rings. We all look at each other. Since I would have rathered die than answer the phone, someone more courageous answered it. Even from across the room, I could hear angry demands before they eventually hung up on her. "What happened?" I asked. But before she could even respond, there was loud banging at the door. When we opened it, it was the front desk attendant, practically foaming out the mouth in fury. Apparently, he had no knowledge of our reservation being changed to a fourth person and we were trying to break the law by sneaking someone else in. Because, yanno, walking straight through the front door and introducing ourselves is sneaking. We offered to pay extra, but he wasn't having any of it. In French, his insults roughly translated to "You Americans are so money greedy! Always trying to scam someone out of their money!" Then, sneering his eyes, he added, YOU ARE EVIL WHITE WOMEN AND I WON’T LET YOU STAY HERE!”
...wait a minute, white..?? The little mixed girl in me nearly choked on her own spit. What in the Twilight Zone was going on. While I was having an identity crisis, one of my friends pulled an Oprah. “WELL THEN - Fuck you! Fuck this hotel! Fuck this city!" Throwing up middle fingers like they were dollar bills in a strip club. “Putain,” she added in French, in case he didn’t get it, then we collectively stormed out. Anndddd then we realized we had nowhere to go, no WiFi, and basically no money.
The best of the city
Where to stay: If I remembered the name of that boutique hotel, it would be the bottom of any hotel list for me, but alas. In Paris, try to park yourself near the metro and a good cafe if possible.
Where to eat: Oooh okay, so I basically LIVED at patisseries in France. I still dream about authentic tartelettes aux fraises - which are literally just mini strawberry tarts. You NEED to try them.
What to do: Mmm, well I'm not much of a museum person, but you need to at least visit the Louvre. You could spend all day there if you're into art history. My favorite thing was a day trip out to the Palace of Versailles! If the "museum" doesn't make me want to start a revolution, I don't want it.
Kay rated Paris as an excellent option for baecations with a 5 out of 5, a solid 4 out of 5 for girls trips, and a 3 out of 5 for solo and family trips.