B&B Corbeil Corbeil-Essonnes

... of the people singing and dancing rather than one of the ones looking (longingly) down from above! I had the best time! They even played a few Michael Jackson songs and everyone loved that. The Europeans loved them some MJ. They clearly know and love American music, because the band played more of it than anything else and the crowd sang along to most of the songs. The French guy was not much of a dancer and he was also about 6’6”, so that ...

... i.e., english....no, none! it was all strictly french. I´ve decided that after being in london, im not a fan of paris...sorry to say it to all those in love with paris, but i just thought it was completely grafitti ridden and dirty! that doesn´t mean that it´s all bad though. Omg, the food is just phenomonal. As soon as john and i got on a bus from the trainstation, we snuck a quick look at the eiffel tower and headed for food! I was just ...

... housed in the Hotel Biron, a beautiful mansion where Rodin once lived, along with many other artists. It now houses a great many of his works, along with many in the gardens. Saw "The Thinker", "The Kiss", "The Gates of Hell", "The Burghers of Calais", etc. So many amazing pieces. Oh, to be an artistic genius... The Hotel de Ville, right near where I was staying, was housing a Grace Kelly exhibition. I didn't actually know very much about her going in, but ...

... through the gardens of Tuileries (another memory from grade school French for me) as the sun was setting- mind you, we realized the sun was still high at 9:30pm! Craziness in Frenchy land, indeed! We got on our final metro for the day (our day passes were def used well) and went to the ole Tour Eiffel to finish off the wine in style! As we arrived, our excitement mellowed a bit as we realized hundreds of other 20-somethings had the same bright idea! But, they were ...

... to the hotel and we tried to stay up as late as possible watching CNN and Curling on the eurosport channel. We took baths, and after that I was so relaxed I passed out! I think Marc stayed up later than me on the laptop. Thoughts on today My original plan for today was to drop our stuff at the hotel; go to Musee Rodin, Hotel Invalides, and then hit up the Eiffel Tower area and find lunch; return to the hotel and go back out for ...

... happy with the garb I snagged in London, but I walked a couple floors looking for something for Phil (OK, I checked out the shoes too) and struck out. I found stuff that I'd like for him, but most likely not his taste. That would be a sucky present like the bowling ball Homer Simpson gave to Marge with his name engraved on it. BTW, The Simpsons was playing on the TV in the store translated in French. Interesting. So, took the metro to my hotel stop ...

... the line won't be quite as long as it was at noon today. My next destination was my favourite! The Louvre! Absolutely Stunning!!!! I can't even begin to describe it. You will have to check out my pictures when I finally get a chance to upload them. My last stop for the day was the Notre Dame Cathedral. Another beautiful sight to see. I also ...

... the only guy at a table with 5 or 6 girls which was nice. I also discovered that Americans have never heard of anything called the ´Southern Ocean´! Following this a group of us went bar hopping around the redlight district, great fun. Most of the tour group ended up drinking and dancing at an Irish pub once they turned up from the show. Note to self: Making out with girls on table tops does not offer much privacy! Our last day in Paris was a free day which we could spend as we liked ...

... cart) then headed to Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. After that we went to lunch in a big country barn/ restaurant. We were entertained by country singing (including the roosters who thought they should join in too). We then went to watch Mickey's Winter Wonderland where we had really good seats. The show was fantastic and lots of fun. But cold. In ...

... is still far from filled). so we explored france in variously distracted states. The first day it snowed; a fragile flake or two at first that could have been a soap sud from heaven or anything else, but by the time we escaped the tyranny of our hostel, the suds had become unmistakable flurries of snow. Paris´ first snowfall, and we were there for it. it was so romantic and so so cold. it highlighted the prettiness of the bastille monument and scattered a ...