We walked about seven miles today. I am so grateful I didn’t wear heels! If you have a fresh pair of kicks, by all means bring at least two pairs. Paris is a gorgeous city (though I am excited to make an exit for the outskirts where my peeps live at some point this week). On stereotypes, true story of the day; I ran into some middle-Americans (I could tell by the accents) who were almost screaming at one another on line at the bathroom in the cafeteria adjacent to the the Rodin museum. And two out of the three ladies didn’t wash their hands after using the (filthy) toilette. The very long line looked in dismay as they made room for the chubby and obese girls to exit.
Piecebook Battle c0-winner Katre threw this up in the wee hours of the morning
Reso was right there with him…wondering how many cans they have left
Michael Jackson mania is still alive and kicking here
I personally think it’s kinda ugly, but there’s always a scene @ the tower that’s fun to watch
This is why Parisians can get away with eating lots of baguettes and fromage, and drinking gallons of wine per year: the rent-a-bike. Cappuccino, water, croissant: this is life.