I have a new best friend! It's Ambien and a non-stop Boeing 767 to Perry. (It's Paris actually. But being a redneck American 'n all, I must spell in accordance with it's pronunciation. The correct spelling was added so that I could google it later.)
Here's how the day went: Go to airport. Wait. Board plane. Pop Ambien. Go nigh-nigh. Wake after 4 hours. Have a snack. Sleep 4 more hours. Play Bejeweled on Ringo the mePhone for one hour. Look at book on Perry for one hour. Land at 11:00am Perry time. Go to hotel. Realize Spouse's fantshy smantshy travel agency screwed up and booked us a room with a twin bed. Laugh it off. Browse the Champs-Élysées. Climb the Arc de Triomphe. Snap a photo of the Eye-Full Tower.
Speaking of Eye-Full. This is place is an Eye-Full. Wow.
I've seen more scooters than I thought the planet allowed and stand in shock that we haven't witnessed an auto-pedestrian accident. All of the long legged fashionistas smell like Chanel No 5 and the men carry purses. The weather is nice and mild. The local folk, however, are bundled up like it's twelve below zero. I think it's the love affair for the scarf. Everyone here wears a scarf. Oh and there's lots of eggs. Eggs everywhere. Eggs on bread, eggs in the salad, eggs on pizza, eggs in quiche. The French eat a lot of oeufs. I'll bet half of the country is devoted to egg farmers. Or chicken farmers. Whatever.
Then there's the art and architecture. How is it that other parts of the world even bother having their own art museums? The abundance of art here leads me to believe that the rest of the world doesn't have any. There's a musée on every corner. Incidentally, that quaint little Springville Art Museum will never look the same.
And speaking of art, did you know the Mona Lisa doesn't Moan? She doesn't say anything! What's with all the hype?
Did you know Rossignol makes garbage bag holders?
Mansion Extraordinaire. The only thing you don't see is the bathrooom.
Stairway to the top of the Arc du Triomphe
Le Louvre from inside the glass pyramid. I still don't get the glass pyramid.
The statues wear burquas.
What do you see in this photo? Horns? Me too!