So, after London, we tunneled under the North Sea and ended up in Paris, the Most Romantic City on Earth. I figure it's romantic because of all of the collonnes.
How can you not be in a romantic mood with all of those giant phalluses all over the place.
Of course, the biggest phallic symbol of all, la Tour l'Eiffel.
I was feeling a bit inadequate in that photo.
We stayed near the jardin des tuileries. They tell me jardin is French for Garden. Here's a picture of a French garden.
In contrast, here are some shots from the rose garden in Hyde Park in London.
Here's us making the garden much prettier.
The Seine, the Most Romantic River on Earth.
Champs Elysee, the Most Romantic Street on Earth.
Of course, inside of the Pantheon is the Most Romantic Pendulum Clock ... you get the point.
The Pantheon was interesting. It's a secular church. The French inter their most beloved artists, philosophers and statesmen in the crypt below. I'm impressed that artists and writers are so revered in France that they are given a place of honor that isn't Graceland. They have great debates in Parliament on whether certain people should be let in. On the other hand, if we had that here, Hemingway would be interred next to Notorious B.I.G., so maybe it's for the best we don't have this.
This picture was taken expressly for Chris.
It was some kind of frozen food shop, not a starship factory.
Here we have the Arc de Triomph.
And here is the less popular Arc de Stalemate.
Of course everyone knows about the exquisite french cuisine. I must admit, this was one of the best meals I've ever eaten.
That's a hamburger patty with an egg on top. No shit, it's absolutely fantastic.
Most people don't know that Joan of Arc turned to stone seconds before she burned to death, and is kept at Notre Dame until technology can turn her back.
Finally, the Lourve. What can I say? I love museums, but not when I can't read anything written about the pieces. Yes, it's in France, but I've seen museums with descriptions written in 20 different languages, so my guess is it's possible to write in other than French.
As an aside, if you can't read French and/or don't like museums, you can skip the Louvre and still claim you went there. If anyone asks what it was like, just say the Mona Lisa was smaller than you thought it would be. Anyone who has seen it will believe you saw it.
Yep. That's it, with half of a human head as a scale.
Well, that's all for France. We actually took about 230 pictures, but I don't have the tenacity to come up with a funny caption for that many pictures. Hell, I wasn't able to do it for the ones I posted.
Your Bon Soir leader.