In 2001, (omg 20 years ago) I was on my 3rd trip to Europe as an American, and I was staying for 2 weeks with a family female friend in London (she was a kiwi). We kinda played around a bit but after a few days we realized we weren’t compatible. We decided to take a weekend bus trip to Paris, it just happened to be V day.
We boarded a nice charter bus full of 20-30’s that went over the channel on a ferry and the first day we had our outings.
We went to versailles as a group. For dinner we had several choices and we opted for a dinner at a restaurant that was in a cellar. Lots of wine. Lots. There was another group of Americans that opted for this option and we had a great time. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Once we got back to the hotel, me and my friend were sharing a bed and there was an Aussie in the other bed. We kept drinking and playing music and such. I turned the Aussie and Kiwi on to Blackalicious. All of the rooms had the doors open and all of us were on the same floor close by.