by John195123
Driving around trying to find our hotel. The one-way streets and traffic made it quite fun. We knew where it was, we just couldn't get there. Once we finally arrived, we checked in and the usual. That night, it was quite hot. I don't know why it was so hot, but I don't think the hotel had AC, and we didn't want to leave the windows open for security reasons. Eventually, my father and I opened the windows, I think. (My mother and brother were in another room.) So, we lay in bed sweating, listening to the busy street below, horns blaring, people talking, the buzz of motors, a far-off siren. Soon, my father fell asleep. Lucky him, sort of. I wanted to sleep, but still enjoyed the sounds, and smells of downtown Paris.
