After a pretty unspectacular train trip to Paris we arrived in the city of love to grey wet weather. Between us we only have one jacket and one umbrella but both were packed up in our bags so the walk from the metro to the apartment we were staying in was pretty miserable. The apartments had really sweet opening deals which although they were out of the city a bit were a lot cheaper then a hostel (super expensive in Paris!). Unfortunately they were also having a few teething problems. We rocked up cold and wet wanting a hot shower and they didn't have our booking reservation. After about five minutes the receptionist found a room for us and we caught the lift up to find one lonely single bed. Back downstairs I informed them of the slight problem and asked them to find a new room that had two beds or one big bed. While we were trying to sort this out two British guys came downstairs and said there was a problem with the room they had just been given. There were already people in it. Again the receptionist dude found us both rooms and went upstairs to check himself that they were ok. Luckily we were in good moods despite the messing about and the weather and we managed to laugh it all off. I had wanted to check out the Eiffel tower lights that night but after a hot shower I was not keen on heading back out in the rain.