Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Dix-sete, dix-huit, dese NUTS! or WE SURRENDER!

The journey has begun. The LADS are beginning their take over of the old continent. After almost missing our taxi, we made it to Paris, la ville de l'amour, le centre des arts, le coeur de la haute cuisine. After meeting our amazing, yet undecipherable, hostess Joséphine, we decide to make our way through the city. Due to the weather we did not have the privilege of enjoying the beautiful sights with appropriate sunshine and feeling. It did not hold us back. We started out to see the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, and the beautiful Notre Dame. Sadly at all of the attractions we realized something quite upsetting. We chose the wrong time to come to this city.

This is traditionally the time during which the French have their version of the Exodus and migrate to the Mediterranean beaches. It is also the time when most tourists come to Paris. It leads to quite an interesting phenomenon. While the French are stranded in never ending traffic on the highways for roughly half of their annual 4 weeks (!) of vacation a never ending throng of tourists besiege the various attractions by forming giant queues in front of them... Sneaky French. That did not hold us back either.

As LADS we did what we do best, we were obnoxious little buggers that have an insatiable desire to poke fun at everything and everyone. Nonetheless we also did all the touristy stuff there is to do. Took pictures holding and leaning against the Eiffel Tower, marched to the Louvre and witnessed the beautiful I.M. Pei pyramid. Paris will also always be thankful, that we contributed to keeping the inverted pyramid from falling through the roof. Joséphine was not only facilitating our photo documentary, she was also encouraging us to explore new heights of radness. Once the sun came out she made the genius suggestion we take a nap in the Notre Dame gardens. I never felt more French or like a tourist.

We stormed la maison du fashion, Les Galeries Lafayette, trying to find the famous French Macarons. Let's put it this way they were the dogs bollocks. Try it, love, it, crave it forever! Then we crashed.

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