Paris

After a not so exciting night in Mulhouse, we checked out and headed to the train station. We fueled up on coffee and croissants (a European delicacy) and mulled around the station for a bit. We figured there would maybe be a grocery store of some sort in the station, but there was none to be found. We bought some bakery type snack food for our five hour train ride to Paris, boarded the train and dug in for a long ride. When we went to make reservations for the train in Mulhouse, the trains we wanted were all booked, so we had to settle for an older train that took a little longer. When we talked to the ticket salesman he said that we didn't have to buy reservations, so we assumed that no one did. We discovered that was a false presumption when we were softly awoken on the train by an Asian man with a kind smile that kept repeating "skuzie". We had to move to another seat because he had booked a reservation for our seat. We moved back a car for the rest of our ride, eating our scheduled snacks Kristen had planned for us by the hour. We arrived in Paris, quickly mixing in with the hoards of people. We made our way further into the station, seeing a few French military guards walking around with machine guns (they meant business). We bought some tram tickets and quickly found our way to our hotel for the evening. Our five hour train ride really drained us, so we decided tonight would be a grocery store meal night. We bought a feast along with some box wine, (which is significantly better and cheaper than American box wine) and ate until our hearts were content.