So, I found myself in Paris and I found my way out of Paris a little over twenty-four hours later. Not that the people were rude but Paris was a big city with everything at a higher gear toward madness. I saw the sights but spent most of my time in the gardens of the Louvre. The city is beautiful but too loud and hectic for me and yet I am growing tired of cities as I had long ago. That was not what the journey was to be but it has become some of that. Only fourteen more days on the train pass and the next step will be taken.