So I've been in Paris for less than 24 hours and have noted the following:
- French people should never rap. Not in English, and especially not in French. French is a romance language. You can't be trying to cram a beautiful romance language into a gangsta rap song about b#tches n' ho'z. I've heard French rap blaring from tons of cars and it's silly.
- Somebody actually tried to steal my sandwich. Not my camera, not my money, not my passport....my sandwich. (I don't know why. Aside from the cheese, it wasn't that great.)
- It is possible to get lost even when travelling in a complete circle around the Arc de Triomphe. I won't name names. (Cough, cough...in my defense, the damn street signs here are impossible to read!!)
- Drunken young Frenchmen congregate around the Trocadero park on Saturday night. They like to grab random American girls, overpower us, kiss us on the cheek, and shout Obama's praises.
- I have an unhealthy obsession with photographing the Eiffel tower. Seriously, I need to stop.
Views from my hotel room:
The Arc de Triomphe (about a 10 minute walk from my hotel)
Eiffel Tower at night
Eiffel Tower sparkling
In the shadow of a cool statue:
I'll upload some more pics when I get a chance. As you can see my camera sucks at night...it makes everything blurry...so I'll try to get some good daytime shots.
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Now that I know the truth, i definitely have to go there! Light - pffttt! You can find THAT anywhere!
But a really good phallus?
Priceless!
Nice pix, sister! Enjoy your Phallic scenery while you can!
Love the pics - and I'm sooo jealous of your travels!
Enjoy, & watch our for those sandwich stealers!
So, how many of those kisses did you get?
And he only managed one kiss before I elbowed him in the...phallus.