This was a true Parisian circumstance you’d only find in sweet indie films about Paris. We were starving and it was late and it was our first night in Paris, and we were falling asleep and noticed the only thing open was a whole in the wall pizza spot by the hotel. The pizza was good for a midnight pizza; and I don’t give those compliments away. I think every pizza place in Connecticut and Massachusetts is garbage lol. The owner was sooo nice, and talked us up. While chatting, a girl ran in crying and panicking, and it turned out she was also a new yorker! She was lost, it was her first night, she lost her friends, and somehow ended up wayyyyy farther than she needed to be. We offered her a slice, the owner called a cab, we walked her to our hotel and waited with her. Love those pizza guys =)