Rob wants to say: Nous sommes arrivés á Paris cet aprés-midi.

(Hit refresh to see my French tagline! Thanks to william.)

Some observations about Paris:

• The metro is not nearly as clean as the Tube in London. I've been to Paris once before and so I knew this already, but it's still worth noting.




• Another thing we remarked often about London was that it didn't smell. Maybe twice we got a whiff of garbage ("Ah, it smells like New York!" I said, which is not an insult because I fucking love New York.) Like the Tube, London is clean. Paris - not so much. Again, I knew this. Actually, we haven't noticed the smell of trash much - it's been mostly BO and urine. Not everywhere, mind you - but often enough for us to comment that it's noticeable. Also, the streets aren't as clean as London. I think what I'm really trying to say here is that London rocks the cleanliness.




• Today Rob and I were on both the smallest elevator known to man and the largest elevator we'd ever been on. Both made me uncomfortable, for different reasons. I'm with Goldilocks - give me "just right."




• We were in Montmartre this evening, and every restaurant we passed had tables on the sidewalk and wine glasses on every table as part of the regular place setting. Eating outside, drinking wine - this is my kind of city.





The restaurant in which we had dinner - Le Verger de Montmartre

And turns out, we are not fucked in France after all! Well, language-wise anyway, if you know what I mean. Because hello! Out of his ass Rob has pulled French I didn't know he had. I mean, Wow, where did that come from? And Rob speaking French? Totally hot.

Amélie, quite possibly my most favorite film of all time, was set in Montmartre. This is the deli in which Amélie worked. Yes, the photo is crooked but that is just to show you that I was so excited by this that I couldn't keep the camera straight. We also passed Le Moulin Rouge, which is the site of another of my favorite films.


Les Deux Moulins from Amélie

Before we left for this trip, I was trying to learn a little French. I successfully learned about 10 words, three of which were le chien (the dog), blanc (white), and marche (walk). And I swear to google, this evening, on three separate occasions, I saw a white dog walking! A different white dog each time! And I was all, "ROB! Le chien blanc marche! Le chien blanc marche!" It was awesome.

Speaking of google, it has now forgotten me. Me, the google goddess. This is good because I wanted it to forget my last name. But this is bad because it no longer remembers that I am the reigning queen of the cute haircut with highlights. So this next picture is for Google.


The cute haircut with highlights on the steps of Sacré-Coeur

I'd like to end by saying that I am SO GLAD we did not go with the hotel with the twin beds because the hotel we're in is fucking perfect. It is so darn cute I want to pinch its cheeks. I owe you my firstborn, Nilbo, which is not to say there will be one. Merci beaucoup, mon ami.