Wow, don't be a tease. Now you HAVE to tell us what happened.
Since it's nearly bedtime, and I wound up in a sour mood for most of the day anyway, I'll tell you.
We were all going to see the Eiffel Tower. We had to take public transit since the craptacular touring company we went through didn't give us our bus for excursions they themselves didn't offer. We went at night, and after walking quite a bit from the subway station (and many ass-slaps from the street vendors hawking "souvenirs" that had nothing to do with France), we got there at 11:03. They stop taking people to the top at 11, and we couldn't only go halfway up. Since it was only halfway (STUPID mistake), a bunch of us, myself included, took the stairs and others took the elevator. By the time we were ready to go, it was about 12:30. We decided to take another subway route back to the hotel, one that actually involved a transfer between lines, because it was supposedly faster.
We went to switch subway lines, and a security guard comes down the stairs and tells all of us we can't be there (about 30 high schools girls and a handful of teachers), because the trains stop running at 1AM. None of us had any idea that was going to happen, but now we were stranded in the middle of Paris with no way to get back to our hotel at a little past 1 in the morning.
We got up to the street, and I could actually see a landmark that we could see from our hotel, because it was directly down the street from it. I suggested we just walk... but I was ignored. Well, we tried to get a bunch of taxis, but no luck. The cops just stared at us blankly, even though we had at least one teacher that was completely fluent in French. Eventually, we were advised to walk to this bus depot and we could catch a bus back to the hotel. So we start hoofing it.
It was WAY longer than I think we were told. At least 2 miles, probably more. We were supposed to be at the Louvre at 9AM that morning, and we walked past it at around 2:30AM. No one thought it was funny when I suggested we just crash on the sidewalk, but I was so beat I would have been up for it. When we got to the "bus depot" it was just a line of buses parked along the street. Also, they block was filthy with these incredibly sleazy-looking Frenchmen taking drags off their cigarettes and looking at us as if they were trying to decide which of us would get robbed, raped, or murdered, and in what order.
Well... we finally find the bus that should take us back to our hotel, and we get on. So do about 200 other people. I have no idea how that bus even moved; whenever the doors opened people were falling out, and more people were still trying to get in. The girls sitting in the back were getting groped, or were having men make out vigorously in front of them just to get a reaction. Personally, I thought I was in a pretty good spot standing with two girls I had a lot of classes together near the middle of the bus. Though, there was one guy leering at us with a fanny pack on, but with the pack in the front, and it was so crowded we couldn't see what was going on. He got off the bus, I looked down, and there was an ejaculation's worth of fresh semen splattered on the ground right near where he was standing.
He beat off on the bus while he was staring at us. I saw it, and the girls I was standing with followed my eyes and saw it. We were all so upset we started crying. Then one of our teacher/chaperones looked over and saw it, made a "Good God" face and tried to calm us down. Then some poor unsuspecting French woman got on the bus and set her shopping bag right down on it and started tracking it all over the place with her feet. Ew.
We got back to the hotel sometime between 3 and 4 AM. Most of us were in tears, and there was a massive line at the payphone to call parents/friends/boyfriends and tell them what happened. I wound up on the phone with my fiance (then just my boyfriend of about 6 months) crying to him for a good half hour. Most of us opted out of the Louvre trip the next day.
I'd also like to mention that we went to London, Paris, and Madrid, and Paris was the only place where we had pickpocketing attempts. As you can imagine, nearly every native we met was horrendously rude and condescending (Madrid was lovely, though... I'd love to go back there). And, to top it all off, we were there during 3 of the hottest days of July, and the stereotype about French BO is true. It made my eyes water at times.
I will never go back to that God-forsaken cesspool as long as I live.