Day 8: Paris, Part Deux

After failing our attempt to negotiate to leave our bags at "the Cave," we packed up and hauled our shit out the door by 10am. We fueled up on caffeine and sat at the Trevi Fountain, mocking the fools who did not throw their coin in properly. We thought of different strategies to ignore the pestering vendors as they attempted to sell us a piece of shit water wiggly again...and again...and again. I knew better as the zipper in my fake Prada bag had already broken. The sun warmed our faces as we people watched and took in our final moments in the beautiful city.

We hauled our bags to the Metro to begin our venture back to the Ciampino airport, stopping at an Italian chocolatier along the way. Arriving WAY to early, we scarfed cocacola light and chips waiting for our flight home, as my now semi-bony ass numbed from the metal seat. After arriving back in Beauvias airport in France, we navigated our way to the bus to begin the long ride back into Paris. Once there, I threw my bags down in frustrated disgust as cabs passed us over. We eventually made it back to the apartment, delighted at it's warmth and convenience and planned our final day of vacation.