Paris Days 1 and 2

Ah! Paris! They city of Romance! Or is it the city of crook tummies? We arrived in Paris with Matt having a bit of a crook gut and not feeling the best (you all know what I'm talking about! Don't make me spell it out!). We were supposed to be staying with some lovely friends of our French mate Martin's but, after a confusing phone call that morning (where Arlette spoke French, I spoke English and we understood maybe 10% of what the other person had said), we weren't really sure what was happening. We decided it might be a good idea to stay in a hotel so we didn't infect people with our germs but thought it might be easier to tell our potential hosts in person. We rock up at the address we had near Place d'Italie metro station and rang the bell. After awhile, Michel, Arlette's partner, worked out who we were. We had a glass of water with him and his son/friend/person and realised there was no way we could communicate. He ended up getting Arlette on the phone and apparently she thought we were coming about 10 days later! Argh! She was lovely enough to say we could still stay but all in all, we thought we should leave as they weren't prepared for us and Matt had a crook tummy.
We stayed in a hotel down the road that night and went to a divine Indian restaurant for dinner which was great.
The next day, we moved onto a hotel I had found near Garde du Nord railway station. It was on a fairly main street so a bit noisy but the room was lovely and it was quite central. We had a very lazy day that day and did bugger all which I think we needed! Had dinner at a random local restaurant and though we'd be all touristy the next day!