I go through customs somewhat energized. On the flights, I listened to the soothing sounds of old jazz and slept for most of the time. Picking up my bags and heading out to catch a cab, I tell the cabby in passable French to take me to Le Royal Monceau Raffles Paris. Rosetta Stone, baby. I picked this hotel because it's walking distance to the Eiffel tower, has a killer indoor pool, and is a five star hotel. When in Paris, get the experience. I don’t have that many days here, so I need to pack it all in. This hotel has a spa that I’m already booked for, and a world class chef. The indoor pool has a ceiling made of glass, while all walls, lounges and floors are bright white. I’m going to need my shades, but it's bad ass. Considering it's the beginning of April and a rainy climate, I’m grateful for the indoor amenities. Upon arrival, a bellman opens my door and helps me out, while the cab driver pops the trunk to get my bags out. I walk through the hotel completely satisfied with the chic style of the lobby, and make my way to reception.
