I head up the next two flights of stairs to the 4th floor and head to the end of the hallway where Amelie said my room was located. Using the key she provided I open the door to a nice-sized, beautiful bedroom. The room is decorated in varying shades of grey and is full of gorgeous antique furniture. But the part of the room that stops me in my tracks is the beautiful, floor to ceiling, gold-framed, full-length mirror. It's absolutely breathtaking and the most amazing thing about it is that it's clear that this mirror is not just hanging on the wall but it is actually built into the wall, it is the wall.
I stand looking at my reflection for a few seconds noting the clear weariness reflected in my eyes. Even though it has been nearly 24 hours since I left my parents house and nearly just as long since I've showered, I don't look too worse for wear as I had been smart enough to stop in the restroom at the airport to change out of my travel clothes and freshen up a bit before coming to the opera house but my eyes clearly reflect my exhaustion.
I step away from the mirror and wander the room admiring the ornate pieces of furniture and peaking into the attached bathroom. I am thrilled to see that there is a gorgeous claw foot tub that I make immediate plans to take a nice hot bubble bath in.
After unpacking my suitcases I showered washing the stickiness and grime of the airplane off my skin then allow myself to sink into the plush ridiculously comfortable bed to relax and write this journal entry.
Tomorrow begins my first full day in Paris and while I hope that I end up doing more than administrative work, I am so thankful to be here and cannot wait to begin my work.
