Paris was the first stop in our round-the-world project and while waiting for the backpacks at the airport, we were more than enthusiastic. This excitement eased a bit when we tried to lift the damn thing and was reduced to the acceptance with our decision of choosing a backpack over a suitcase. This backpack will be our best friend some times and the worst enemy other times. Well, after helping each other mount it on our backs and with the stark realisation that we resembled either two turtles or better, two agile snails, we let the train take us to the nice Parisian boutique hotel.