In Paris, France at a gigantic flea market, on the north side of the city. It's called Marche Aux Puces. Just keep walking past the crap once you get out of the metro station (what I remember was the last stop on that line), then you will finally get to the actual place. Mid Century Modern stuff to die for.
The hotel I am staying at is very close to the St. Michel fountain and La Sorbonne. Its soooooo old the staircase is sooooooooooooo crooked. An old asian man makes breakfast every morning, LOL. Hotel Du Lys.
I am at the airport, only about one hour away from boarding my flight to Paris, France. I decided to do an experiment (yes, at the airport). I took a shower just one hour before boarding the 9+ hr flight to CDG. And guess what!? When I arrived, my hair was perfect!