Homeless in Paris

I ended up homeless on the streets of Paris.

I don’t always get it right. I’m just back from traveling through Europe for a few weeks, and one of the stops on the itinerary was (of course) the city of light and love – Paris. When moving to Canada I never expected to return to Paris for a visit, but I did – twice so far actually. Canada might be my country, but Paris will always be my hometown. But this time, things went wrong. Horribly wrong. I ended up homeless on the streets of Paris, and trust me when I say that the light and love quickly disappear when you have nowhere to stay.

In my travel book “The Freedom Project” I write a lot about picking a place to stay while traveling. It’s all about location, location, location. But on this recent trip to Paris I completely failed. Did I not follow my own steps and guidelines while booking the hotel? Quite the contrary – I practise what I preach, and followed all of them. I researched reviews, and used a well-known, major booking site to ma…