I’m not sure many people can say they’ve been stranded in Paris. I can and boy does it damper your vacation.
My first trip to Paris was with my absolute best friend in the world when, one fall, we took a girl’s trip to London and Paris. My BFF had been there for a day or two once before so she definitely had a sense of the city. She spent the entire time we were in Paris eyeballing my purse to make sure I wasn’t the victim of a pick-pocketing incident. Growing up in rural Ohio, I didn’t really think much about leaving my purse hanging on the backs of chairs in restaurants or letting my purse sit in front of me on the floor on the metro. Following her lead, I made a conscious effort to protect my belongings from theft.