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One of the major policy flaws with my first hostel in Paris was that alcohol was prohibited from being brought in from the outside. It could of course be purchased in hostel at an overinflated price (2 euros for a tiny bottle of bavaria. Last time I checked Bavaria was a part of Germany not Holland, but the label begged to differ) but poor backpackers like myself can't afford that kind of thing every day.
Down and Out in Versailles and Paris.
James Taylor2006-08-23 13:47:31
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One of the major policy flaws with my first hostel in Paris was that alcohol was prohibited from being brought in from the outside. It could of course be purchased in hostel at an overinflated price (2 euros for a tiny bottle of bavaria. Last time I checked Bavaria was a part of Germany not Holland, but the label begged to differ) but poor backpackers like myself can't afford that kind of thing every day.
My new hostel, situated right at the foot of Montmarte had no such authoritarian beverage related regulations. This new found freedom must have gone to my head though, because it led me to behave rather recklessly with regard two euro bottle of wine (now identified as the possible culprit for my subsequent mystery illness) and several supplementary beers. In hindsight this was certainly not a good move, particuarly as I was sharing a dorm with several Japanese travellers who apparently think it's their constitutional duty to be awake, dressed and out of the door by 7:00 every morning. It's probably fair to say I wasn't in the best of spirits the following day. Unfortunately the gods had chosen that day to be the coldest since I arrived in Paris.The hostel kicks everyone out at 11:00 so my preferred choice of activity, lying in bed and moaning, wasn't really plausible.
I had been putting off going to Versailles for a while, fearing it wouldn't be to thrilling. As I had only one day left in Paris however, I realised I should probably do something productive with it.despite the fact that I was currently hobbling like an arthritic pensioner to Versailles I went.
Seemingly to counterbalance that famed 'city of love' tagline, the Parisian planning authorities decided to build the ugliest suburbs imaginable, from the train to Versailles they really looked quite disgusting. No wonder there are riots, If I had to live in somewhere like Javel I think I'd riot. A gruelling 40 minute journey to Versailles,
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