We walked down from Sacre Coeur and grabbed an Uber to head back. This is our first Uber with a starry ceiling.

We arrived back at the Airbnb right on time for our 3pm meet up with our host. Florence is a concert pianist and also an executive coach. She was extremely friendly (and flexible). She shared that the furniture is rearranged at times to host private concerts in the apartment holding up to 50 pre covid. Hard to imagine they can get 50 people in the living room and I also have no clue where they would move furniture.

We suggested she play something for us but she wasn’t interested in giving us a free concert it seems.

I took a pic of the apartment door just because it was several inches thick and solid as hell. You had to mostly slam it to get it to shut all the way even though the house info sheet asked you to not slam it. Ok Florence.

Traffic was insane so it took close to an hour to make our way to the Hilton. It’s going to be exciting to see what our room situation is.

Greg had booked two separate rooms on two separate confirmation numbers but booked the rooms for the wrong date (details.) He had called while we were at the Rodin museum and after a long chat with lots of time on hold she said she moved it to the right night. Turns out she only moved one of the rooms.

Another call back and lots of time on hold resulted only in frustration for Greg as they said they couldn’t change it because he’d booked a connecting room. Mind you….no. He hadn’t. They were two separate reservations. Also, we like each other a lot…but connecting rooms aren’t a necessity. They advised there was nothing they could do and that he needed to call back Monday at 3pm Paris time (which is basically when we would be heading to the hotel) or he could try calling or emailing the hotel directly. (He had tried calling directly and they would never answer.)

He was ready to eat the reservation and book a new room but I said we should email. Thankfully he did send an email.

After a long wait we got an email back that they had updated it. In the Hilton app it showed as one confirmation number with two rooms. We literally have no clue what we are getting and at this point I don’t think anyone cares.

We arrive at the hotel and Greg gets the keys. 841 and 842. Hmmm maybe we are connecting.

We ride the elevator up only to be greeted by this sign. Apparently the time changed overnight and not one of us realized it.

Greg’s parents took 842 since that room was smaller. Our room has a large desk which would be good if either of us had decided to work. (I actually did do some work but not from the desk. Preferred my airport views from the couch.)

Turns out their room had the nicer bathroom with a soaking tub and larger shower. Linda offered to let me take a bath but I declined. Will just wait for the shower tomorrow and hope it’s amazing.

Incoming lots of airport pics.

We have no clue what time it is anywhere as we are all thrown off by the time change. But what we do know is that we have made it to happy hour in the executive lounge.