Paris - Strasbourg

So we spent a week in Paris and saw lots and lots of stuff and I still need to go back! We spent and entire day in the Louvre, went to the Orsay one evening, a few smaller galleries, a day in Versailles, wandered around the Champs-Elysees. Our last day was going to be killer but we vetoed that in exchange for some chilling out time but still managed to get to La Defense and bqck to the Eiffel Tower again for the night lights. I really had an amazing time and we were too busy to find internet often enough. Plus the keyboards seriously hindered my efficiency and after getting a few e-mail replies out, my time was up! The internet here that I have found in Strasbourg is much more reasonable and I have done some much needed catching up. Really though, the funniest story happend to me today, after Eric left (a sad occasion) and I arrived in Strasbourg.
I had to take a TGV train here, but the supplement was only 3 euro so that wasn't bad, plus I got here by 11 in the morning since I just got up when Eric had to in order to catch his flight. The hostel I wanted to stay at (no reservations) was full but the guy tried to help me out by calling around but everyone else's reception was closed for mid-day. So, I wandered around town and saw some cool old houses and churches and realized that I was pretty much done here so I was going to get on another train to Loire. I decided to wait until I knew if I had a place to stay and the reception at the hostel there was still closed for another hour so I decided (still with the decisions!) to wait at the train station and call again. But, the train wasn't going to be until after 5 and I would have arrived really late, and the guidebook said the hostel didn't like phone reservations so I came back into town and ended up at a slightly expensive hotel, just in comparison to what we usually try for.
As I got into my room, the guy from down the hall called for my attention. He wanted to borrow money because his bank won't let him get any until the 30th. However, we couldn't figure out how he would get it back to me (darn!) because I don't have an address or a phone, and he is going to India after this while I am going South, so we vetoed that plan. At this point he invited me to India, and I declined because I had "told my friend I would go with him," ... "and is this friend better looking than me?" he says... uhhhh, we laughed ('cause he's really not so much). He left and I started tearing up (because I miss Eric and everybody, I know, it's sad...) but then he thought of something so knocked on the door and saw that I was crying and tried to console me and say that it's ok cause I'll see everybody again soon and he has been travelling for 15 years and has had to leave lots of friends and doesn't see them and everything will be all right. After I took a nap he was downstairs so I talked to him again and he claims to have had 250 girlfriends that he has had to leave (but says he wasn't trying to brag) and he told me he really thinks I'm pretty and kept saying my name. He's mid-thirties, France-born Italian and he's kinda creepy cause he is so hard core, seriously. Dude just met me. It's funny though, and I'm supposed to meet him for a drink later at the hotel but we'll see. Other personal details he informed me of included that his parents don't support his job-less travelling, that he is returning to India to be a photographer as he has been on hiatus due to a depression induced stay in a mental hospital. I think there was more in there too, but I'm starting to forget some due to the sheer amount of information I was given. He knows that I am from Victoria, that my name is Danielle, and that my boyfriend returned home this morning but I will see him again in two months. Those are the details he managed to ask for while telling me his life story. I think he is lonely.
Well, aurevoir for now. I am off to Avignon and the Cote d'Azure tomorrow!