Namely the first was getting soaked up to our knees by rushing water, and drenched to our inner-est innards by what one Parisian called "I've never seen this before."
Motorcycles sunk in the square and one man was up to his armpits trying to unplug a drain... He was most likely just trying to save his car though. Shrug almost cried when a Ferrari (one ah them real nice ones.) didn't make it through the foot and a half (should I say approx 150 cm?) of h20 and pulled over squeaking and grumbling. Ferrari may need to improve the submarine abilities of their sports cars.
We also went out for I-talian food, and were the ONLY ones eating at 7 pm. Silly yanquees. Father (Doubleoseven to you) told us delightful stories of his own gap year, and trials. His work in a French resort was perhaps the most hilarious but also the most unsharable on this PG rated blog.
In our efforts to blend in, we tried to rent some bicycles from their bike share program. Three failed plastic card efforts later, we gave up and walked to the Louvre. (N.L. shoutout: Louvring Life, Louvring You). We didn't want to blend in ANYWAYS.
Some photographs for your viewing pleasure, taken from Pickle's wee flat gadget.
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