The Paris Experience

I'm not much of a tourist. Big flashy sights and monuments are not usually my cup of tea, although I must say from the top of the Eiffel Tower Paris is quite the sight to behold.

Beforehand we had stopped by a café for some well deserved breakfast. I charmed the waitress with my "good accent" and less good vocabulary while Shrug, my other brother, disappeared to the bathroom. After about ten minutes he came back grinning (a warning sign right there).

Apparently there was a drunk man in the bathroom (it's 11:20 am people) who wanted to have an "American experience." They talked about George Bush and The Hangover.

Other interesting sights include a man wearing very well fitting yoga pants strutting up the Eiffel Tower. He had every right to wear them.

There was also an elderly British lady who was eager to budge in the queue to go down in the elevator. She kept sighing and grumbling under her breath. She just missed getting into our elevator, and as the doors closed there was an imitation sigh. No idea who would be so cheeky....

Shporty also felt the need to imitate a turtle the whole way up, frightening some Japanese tourists. Luckily he has two older siblings to straighten him out.

One final thing to mention is the PDA vs. PDH. I understand all the kissing and holding hands and lovey dovey fondling (even the 80+ crowd indulges). But there is a limit to all this and my wee eleven year old brother seeing soft core porn all over the newsstands is perhaps a little far. Still, in my opinion it's better than all the violence we in the USofA put up with.