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 This is my last day in Paris, i have a bus tomorrow afternoon, so this night, I won't stay in the hostel. I handed my backpack in a locker at Gare de Lyon. I must remember this day, after such experience in this city: night gatherings on the Seine with bards, beer and sandwiches six o'clock in the morning, walking around the Sacre ke with the student, i met in the park, Notre Dame, at ten o'clock in the evening, it was very scary and a Catholic priest talking from the big screen ...

Just around Saint-Michel, I've seen guys who offer free tours around the city, and they also conduct other tours in the evening to the bars. Pub crawling - party, when in a certain place random people gather together, pay 12 euros and go with some party priest to this tour, 3 bars and a club. I am talking with my new companions. The first bar is close to the area, those who buy a drink at the bar, get another shot of berry vodka for free. The whole economy goes to hell, pleasant company, Sarah and Nathan, great guys from America, and we formed amazing party, some guys from the States, Paula, Alex from Australia.

In a small bar, after a delicious margaritas, we dance in our small group, make pictures and having fun. Upon arrival at the club, our team becomes smaller. Last men standing, dancing, I sat down to rest, and Paula is dancing with that Australian, would it be like always? Going only to look at the girl that I like from aside? She calls me back to dance, in this dance we got closer, I kiss her ... Hot dances and we are the best, and unite, and even then, when she went home with friends, I came out of the club on dark, lonely streets of Paris and went somewhere.

I stopped at this intersection, traffic lights were flashing yellow. I looked over the streets ... History of sleeping beauty? I felt an incredible freedom, I am far from home, alone and can do whatever I want. All of these streets, are roads that will bring me in the right direction.