The French Connection

Back from Paris, and I have to admit it was quite an experience. I did get to see almost everything I was wanting to see… I didn’t make it to the d’Orsay, it turns out that that museum is closed on Mondays, so I caught an earlier train and come home late Sunday night. I spent a lot of time walking along the river… that way I always knew where I was, and a lot of the important stuff is right on the river… the Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triomphe, Notre Dame, The Louvre, and a lot of random little buildings are all right on, or very close to the river itself. I put a new photo gallery up already with my digital pictures from the trip, HERE.. I was fighting a dying battery in my digital camera the whole time, so I don’t have as many as I might otherwise, and for some reason my website didn’t upload the pictures in order, so they might appear to be a little oddly placed. I found the French to very much fit into their stereotype: quite rude (especially when I talked with an American accent, I faked a Russian one after that and since they don’t hear many Russians speaking in English I got away with it, I just had to keep my red hair covered); lots of guys with long hair, and everyone was so skinny I wonder if a nationwide epidemic of anorexia hasn’t broken out. Other than bad experiences with the people, the place was incredible, everything was at least four times as big as I expected it to be. The Louvre, being the crowning glory of my trip, let me completely in awe. I’ll never have quite as much admiration for the National Gallery here in London as I used to. All in all, it was a good trip, but it was lonely there by myself, and I think that that is a city that can be much, much more enjoyed with the aide of a bag of gold. One day, when I’m rich, I’ll go back and see if that thought is true.