Robert, the director of the movie Three Me, called Yunluo. Koala had to end the trip in frustration and flew back to Paris, France early. As for Yunluo, he was not in a hurry because of his godly acting skills. All that was left were the night scenes. This was also the key reason why Robert let Yunluo wander around.

Koala is one of the three heroines. The other two have already finished filming their scenes and left Paris. But the little princess still has some scenes with the male lead that she hasn't finished filming. It can be seen from here that Koala's acting skills are really lacking. In order to finish the film on schedule, director Robert had to summon Koala back.

Yunluo got up early in the morning and caught the early train to Paris. Since the guide said it was not safe to take the subway too early or too late, Yunluo decided to take a taxi to the train station. Fortunately, it was not too far away. The train from Belgium to France arrived in an hour and a half. When getting on the train, Yunluo put away the suitcase, and then tiptoed to put Yunluo's big backpack on the bag rack.

Suddenly, I felt something light in my hand, and I saw a very tall and strong black man wearing headphones helping Yun Luo put the backpack that almost crushed Yun Luo on the bus with one hand, just like grabbing a basketball. Yun Luo was surprised and thanked him repeatedly. He just nodded silently, and they didn't say anything along the way. It didn't take long for the bus to arrive at the station.

The black brother stood up first. Before he took his own luggage, he took down Yunluo's backpack and placed it on the table. All Yunluo could do was to thank him repeatedly, but he had a different impression of the black brothers on the French side.

After getting off the train, the Gare du Nord was bustling with people. Yunluo booked a taxi in front of a small stall with the word "taxi" written on it. It is said that taxis in France can rarely be hailed at will. Most of them require phone calls or reservations at designated locations. The Lebanese driver, Yunluo later realized that he was not a driver and asked Yunluo to follow him.

Yunluo was dragging a suitcase, carrying a large travel bag and a backpack. It was difficult to walk, but the driver was going faster and faster, and finally Yunluo had to run. At this time, a very tall, blond man in a beige windbreaker asked Yunluo loudly in English. "Is the man in front a taxi driver?"

Yun Luo nodded. Just as he was puzzled, he saw the man quickly walk to the front and shout a few words in French to the driver. The driver immediately turned around and stretched out his hand to gesture to take Yun Luo's suitcase, while the blond man had already walked quickly to a far place.

Then he took Yunluo to a taxi. To Yunluo's surprise, the driver was not him, but another old man. He sat in the passenger seat and admired the architecture of Paris along the way. But it was not more exquisite and simple than Belgium. We also passed the famous Galeries Lafayette and Arc de Triomphe on the way.

The "driver" got off the car halfway and said he would give him a ride. However, when Yun Luo got off the car, the "driver" who was originally at the train station looked at Yun Luo's address and estimated the taxi fare to be only about 20 Euros. But now the dial on the taxi showed 27 Euros. Yun Luo had no choice but to pay.

After checking the map, I found out that I had to take a long detour to pick up the fake driver. And Yunluo paid for this trip. Next, Yunluo has to mention the hotel where Yunluo stayed. This hotel occupies a large part of Yunluo's second impression of Paris. Perhaps the two things in Paris that surprised Yunluo the most, Yunluo would definitely say one is the Louvre and the other is this hotel.

Yunluo has to disrupt the order of the following narration. Let me describe in detail the reasons why this hotel left such a deep impression on Yunluo. What is worthy of satisfaction is that although the room is very small, there is a place to put luggage and a small desk. It is also tidy, with floor-to-ceiling windows and openable windowsills. It gives people a romantic reverie.

Just like, the French balcony bay window is really lovely. If there are a few pots of flowers, even if the person living in the room may not be a stunning beauty, it will make people have an inexplicable expectation of such a face sticking out of the window. Yunluo just wants to stay alone for a few days. It is not easy to be surrounded by Xiangchu Chunzi and Koala.

The bathing facilities are clean, but the shower room is extremely small, and there is a shower curtain. It is difficult to turn around when standing in the shower room, and the shower curtain will stick to the body because the place is so small.

But what impressed Yunluo the most about this hotel was definitely its service. When he walked to the door, he saw a sign with the Chinese name of Jinjiang Inn, which really surprised him. Later, he found a Chinese map printed with the support of the Chinese community in the hotel. Most of the attractions were marked with Chinese names, which was indeed much more convenient.

However, there is also a big disadvantage. Because the streets in Paris are too complicated, and the Chinese names of scenic spots are written in particularly large fonts, the road names and exact road conditions around the scenic spots are likely to be covered by the Chinese names of the scenic spots.

Yunluo arrived at the hotel at 11 noon. She had heard that the French were not good at English, and this time she definitely felt it. The front desk was a fat, elderly woman. When she heard that Yunluo was checking in, she said that Yunluo was early, and then said a number in a very French accent, which Yunluo did not hear clearly for a while.

She pointed to the clock and made a 2. To confirm Yunluo, she asked her in English if she could check in at 2pm. She said yes, and then gave Yunluo a key to the luggage room and asked Yunluo to go to the luggage room to store her luggage.

The luggage room is separated from the hall by two doors, with a narrow aisle in between. The springs of the doors were very tight. Yun Luo was dragging the suitcase and the bag, and it was very difficult for him to open one door, then open another door to put the suitcase in. There was no waiter to help, and Yun Luo was sweating profusely while dragging the suitcase.

A new guest came to store his luggage. Yunluo pushed the suitcase and bag and leaned against the door. Then she saw the bulky receptionist coming over and shouting something at her. To be honest, Yunluo understood, but still looked at her with confusion.

Then she looked at Yunluo as if he was an idiot. The passenger behind her spoke up and said that she probably meant for you to put the luggage away quickly. Yunluo put the luggage away as quickly as possible, handed the luggage room to the passenger and greeted him by the way.

This hostel has always had a lot of traffic. It is not far from the Eiffel Tower and can be reached in 15 minutes on foot. It is located in a not-so-rich residential area in downtown Paris.

If you have any needs, please inform the front desk, and the front desk will always tell you to go to the supermarket next door to buy it. After several weeks of Western food baptism, Yunluo actually bought instant noodles in a small supermarket in Paris, and was happy to enjoy it in the room, but the problem came, the Paris hotel did not provide a kettle for boiling water.

There is absolutely no chance of getting it soaked with bath water. Yunluo went downstairs and wanted to ask if the hotel could provide hot water, so the following situation occurred.

"Hello sir, how can I get hot water?" Yun Luo said to the receptionist.

“Oh, then you have to ask the front desk,” the receptionist said and continued to sit on the chair with no intention of moving.

"Oh, I'm afraid we need some hot water now,"

The young man then stood up to help Yunluo boil water. The big female receptionist saw it and asked Yunluo if she had a container for hot water. Yunluo shook her head and said no. "Oh, that won't work. Go to the supermarket over there and buy one." Yunluo was a little surprised at the time because there was a restaurant on the ground floor of this hotel.

The cabinet next to the female receptionist is filled with bowls, plates and various cutlery. Why does Yun Luohua have to go to the supermarket and spend several euros to buy one just for a bowl of hot water?

"Can you lend me the kettle? I'll go upstairs in 5 minutes and bring it down right away." The large female receptionist didn't say anything after hearing this and left. Yunluo thought she agreed.

The guy at the front desk had boiled the water. He ran out to ask Yunluo if she had anything to hold the water. Yunluo shook her head and was about to say that she would borrow the kettle for 5 minutes and would return it right away when the big female receptionist suddenly came out and said loudly that Yunluo must go buy a container because the kettle was for all the guests in the hotel. You are not allowed to take it upstairs.

This is a story about a bowl of hot water and French service. The poster in the narrow elevator of this hostel printed a sentence like this: If you have any needs, please contact the front desk. And every time Yunluo contacted the front desk, the front desk always answered, please go to the supermarket over there to buy it.

Another thing worth mentioning is the hotel's car rental service. The service sign at the front desk stated that the hotel rents out taxis and that the total charge to the airport is 26 euros, 8 euros to the hotel when booking, and 18 euros to the driver when you get on the car and arrive at the airport. It's actually obvious that the hotel just makes a phone call to book a taxi.

The fare was nearly 70 yuan, and the driver who picked us up at the airport that day was Chinese, and he was quick-witted. However, the car was not a taxi, but a business bus. When Yunluo got in the car.

There were already two blond and blue-eyed young couples in the car, and then the driver went to another hotel to pick up a Korean couple and another foreign young couple. The car was already packed. If Yun Luo remembered the British Lake District Hotel because of the arrogance of the old uncle, then the service attitude and service tenet of this hotel really made Yun Luo stunned.

Having said that, I cannot help but comment on the service of the French. Perhaps Yunluo has had similar experiences to many Chinese people. The service attitude of many French locals is not only not bad, but even a bit overbearing. No wonder when I met European friends in the past, when they mentioned the French, they always had a disdainful attitude or simply rolled their eyes.

They are indeed arrogant, lazy, and self-righteous. For example, when passing by the Eiffel Tower every day, they would pass by the Subway store for breakfast. A black guy and a white guy never greeted Yun Luo. When Yun Luo thanked them, they even looked at Yun Luo with disdain and just threw the sandwich on the plate.

But Yunluo also met a tall man who was eager to help others at the train station. After a crazy 7-hour tour of the Louvre, when she was hungry and went to the nearby food court to eat, the black guy helped her enthusiastically.

When I booked a hotel, I found one that was close to the Eiffel Tower. It was less than 20 minutes’ walk away. I could see the towering figure of the Eiffel Tower when I turned the corner. I had seen Eiffel Tower from many angles in various travel magazines or photographs, but when I really walked in front of it, it was so different.

Perhaps many of the photographs were taken in the rainy and cloudy weather in Paris. In Yunluo's impression, the Eiffel Tower should be dark blue-gray, but when I walked under the tower, I found that it was the orange-red color of rust. The Eiffel Tower is not decorated much. Although it is not yet the peak tourist season in Paris, it is already crowded everywhere.

The huge square under the tower was already crowded with tourists queuing to climb the tower, and the number of people was no less than that of the World Expo at that time. According to the guide, the crowds queuing to buy tickets in the square. You can only take the elevator to the middle of the tower. If you want to go to the top of the tower, you have to continue queuing with tourists in the middle layer to get to the top of the tower.

For Yunluo, who has always hated queuing, he would rather walk around and take a look, and decisively gave up the idea of ​​climbing the tower. But in fact, this queuing journey is just the beginning.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

There are street performers performing at all times under the tower. Most of them are surrounded by a large crowd of spectators, and there are some interactive games, which are not very technical or innovative.

One end of the Eiffel Tower is connected to a bridge across the Seine River, leading directly to a tall square palace, which now seems to be a museum. The other end is connected to a large French square. At the other end of the square, across a road, is the famous Military Museum. Legend has it that Napoleon lived there before.

Similar to Belgium, the French also like to trim the tall trees in the square into square shapes, which look like green corridors from a distance. However, the French are obviously more casual about the maintenance of the square. The Belgians pave the square with marble or bluestone, while the French.

Whether it is the square behind the Eiffel or the square in front of the Louvre leading to the obelisk, they are just filled with sand. It is uneven and there will be puddles of different sizes on rainy days. It is very inconvenient.

Moreover, in the square behind the Eiffel Tower, which is such a famous tourist attraction, the place where there should be a lawn is barren. Even though the lawn is surrounded by a raised wire fence, the wire fence is damaged in many places, and the grass in the middle is still sparse, giving a dilapidated scene.

I want to mention this in particular. Many travel guides also mention that in many tourist attractions in Paris, there is a game called guessing black and white, which is actually a game where there are several jars, but only one jar has something in it. Then you swap places and are asked which jar has something in it.

Although the Paris police do not allow it, such random stalls are still rampant. A local Parisian also told Yunluo that these are all scams. There are accomplices around these stalls who pretend to win money for the tourists. Yunluo has also seen many tourists who are actually fooled and play with the stalls. Of course, there is no doubt about winning or losing.

In addition, there will be many black vendors around the tourist attractions selling Eiffel models or silk scarves strung together on wires. Most of them wander around the tourist attractions in groups, and will come forward to sell their products when they see tourists.

At first, Yunluo was very scared of them and deliberately walked around them. Most of these black vendors had no white blood, and if you went out at night, you would only see a row of teeth and the whites of their eyes. Moreover, they were all tall and strong and surrounded the tourists in groups. As a single woman, Yunluo was very alert every time she saw them.

Almost every day Yunluo would pass by the Eiffel Tower on the way back to the hotel. Yunluo gradually realized that apart from running a legitimate small business, they had no other malicious intentions or were not doing any sneaky things, and the souvenirs were not expensive, so he bought two small models of the Eiffel Tower from one of the guys.

The young man also thoughtfully gave her a gold and a silver iron tower keychain. Fortunately, Chunchun sent a message that day to warn Yunluo of the new scam, otherwise Yunluo might have lost a camera. More importantly, Yunluo's photos and memories along the way were all in it. If it was lost, it would be a huge blow to Yunluo.

There will be some people wandering around the tourist attractions in Paris. When they see tourists taking photos, they will come up and ask if they need help taking photos. Once you give them your camera, it may be the last time you see your camera in this life, and they will not return the camera to you.

That day, Yunluo met these two Lebanese-looking men on the observation deck of the museum opposite the Eiffel Tower. They asked Yunluo if she needed their help taking photos. Yunluo flatly refused and left quickly.

Another reminder is that if you see someone holding a roll of paper on the roadside or wandering around the traffic lights, please be alert. One day, when Yun Luo was on his way back to the hotel, he saw a black guy holding a roll of newspaper and looking around the traffic lights. He looked like he was alone.

But if you look closely, you can see that the black people around him are actually making eye contact with him, and there seems to be one who is keeping watch. Somehow Yunluo feels that the newspaper in his hand may contain a razor blade that can be used to cut open tourists' bags. Even when the green light is on, he is not in a hurry to cross the road but is wandering and waiting.

It gets dark relatively late in Europe. It only starts to get dark around 8 p.m. in Paris. Yunluo had already returned to the hotel before 8 p.m., because many travel guides said it was not suitable to wander around alone in Paris at night. Therefore, Yunluo missed the opportunity to see the famous night view of the Eiffel Tower.

However, Yunluo was still very grateful for the extra attention paid to safety along the way, which made Yunluo's journey smooth and safe. The next day was Yunluo's trip to the Louvre. Yunluo reserved a whole day for the Louvre, but the entire Louvre was just like the legend, even if you stayed there for a month, it would not be too much.

Yunluo had seen many promotional pictures of the Louvre, but this was her first time to be in this wonderland. First of all, its scale was unmatched by any other museum. The Louvre's grandeur and magnificence were incomparable to the famous Palace of Versailles in the far suburbs, especially in a place like Paris where every inch of land is valuable.

The Louvre can stand so huge. If you follow the square at the opening of the Louvre and keep going forward, you will reach the obelisk, then the Champs-Elysées, and finally the Arc de Triomphe, all on the same horizontal axis.

After waiting in line for half an hour in front of the huge pyramid, I was finally able to enter the Louvre. This time, Yunluo did not buy a Paris museum pass because he calculated that he only planned to visit the Louvre and the Rodin Museum, and did not plan to visit other places. He also learned from experience. (To be continued...)