Ginners in Paris- My Parisian Musings: Go Home Nuit Blanche: You're drunk.

Well, our Nuit Blanche experience definitely warrants it's own blog.

As I explained in yesterday's blog La Nuit Blanche or White Night is a celebration of arts and culture, on the first Saturday in October most museums and galleries stay open until the early hours of the morning and there's events and concerts around the city. Naturally everyone gets drunk.

So after I finished work last night at half midnight, I was ready and raring to go and partake in the festivities, severely lacking in alcohol but we had a plan.

Well...what followed was probably the most awkward yet most hilarious metro journey of my life. So, we hopped on the metro among the crowds of rowdy revelers and were pleased to see there were seats. Little did we know the consequences of choosing to sit down and I suspect the reason for these seats having being free.

The metro at this point pretty much resembled the 105 in freshers week. And we could see some very drunk French guy getting a bit rowdy singing and clapping along with his friends. Olivia thought this would be the appropriate moment to also clap. Olivia is an idiot. Said French man took this as drunk person code for 'We'd really like you to come and lay across us both' and so obliged, to his own personal accompaniment of La Bamba. After finally removing himself from our knees with a little bit of help, he then proceeded to fall to his knees in front of me and sing 'Formidable' by Stromae. I thought to myself it'll be fine, he can only know the chorus, then he'll stop, but oh I ate my words as he rapped his way through 3 verses. He was like a singing weeble, except not quite so endearing.

So after promptly leaving the metro station about 10 steps ahead of him we arrived at Concorde. Paris was mental, people everywhere. We stood by the Seine for a while and watched some fireworks before continuing the quest for alcohol as the entire of Paris was a little more inebriated than ourselves. We then headed up the Champs-Élysées, to find everywhere was closing, feeling like that person who arrived to the house party once everyone else had already chunned and fallen asleep in the bath, we decided maybe it was time to attempt to get home.

The internet boasted that the metro would be open till 3, so at half past 2, we ambled towards the station to find it closed, never trust the Internet. We then faced a dilemma, to attempt to find our way to Lorna's or get a potentially bank destroying taxi. I am so very glad we decided the latter because what a hoot of a journey we had.

Gregory our taxi driver mentioned his brothers lived in London and asked Olivia to name some stations in South London beginning with S and with that

our journey suddenly resembled the popular BBC game show 'Pointless', he then chatted to us the entire journey about what we were doing in Paris, our ability to speak french and life in general and only charged us 30 euros for the privilege, in short Gregory was a legend.

So La Nuit Blanche was a mental night sandwiched in between 2 of the most random journeys of my life.

Roll on Disneyland.