Formule 1 Paris Porte de Montreuil Bagnolet

... if I was glad that I came to visit them. I said, of course. I told Conrad to tell them that the next time he comes back, it will be with the same girl and she will know how to speak French. Maurice had teased Conrad the night before about having visited with a different girl each time. Huguette said that next time he should have "un petite" girl with him, meaning a baby or small child. We said, possible.
Due to my not feeling well ...

... it smells like **** everywhere. Tomorrow we are heading to Brussels. I talked to my dad on the phone today, that was nice. Gunna call again when I can talk to my mom too. Yesterday was Ritts birthday so we shouted out to her. Still miss everyone at home. - C Brown

... on the first day, probably a bit morbid of me, but I was being selfish; I'd been dying to see Oscar Wilde's grave since I saw Paris, je t'aime. In the end, out of the people I had really wanted to see, I only found Chopin, Edith Piaf and Wilde's graves (no Jim Morrison). There weren't cute little notes like there had been in the Montparnasse Cemetery, but it felt more like being in a park. It was so luscious, green and old, with such spectacular tombstones. Plus ...

... another traffic jam. We see the doors, but they're closed. A hundred people are massed against the glass door, in a very hot glassed-in hallway. We must have looked like an interesting human experiment for the spectators on the other side. Not much point complaining - the doors will open when... they've been unjammed. Finally, we're through. Passport control is a JOKE. A cursory glance at best at the passport, no questions asked, no stamp, no nothing - there is no ...

... small garden overlooks much of the city of Chartres and gave a nice view. Then we met back at the tour bus. There was an amazing bathroom near the bus that I must mention though! It was a public restroom off the street and when you walk in, you press a button that locks the door and turns on a red light outside the door that says "occupied." There is the toilet of course, of which you don't need special ...

... English "you are so beautiful" and asked if we were going back to a hotel and I said no. And he looked at me like he knew I was lying and said "I would like to make **** with you" and he made an obscene gesture. At this I gave him the dirtiest look and said that's disgusting, get out of my way and I pushed passed him briskly and he was laughing and yelling back at us "au revoir" and waving. I couldn't believe how sketchy that was, thank God Caro and ...

... finished the inside we decided to take the tour of the tours but after we found that the line would be 2 hours we moved on quickly to the touristy shops along the river (where we added to our current scarf collection and got our souveniers for Paris) and eventually made our way home... This is where we are now....the Hotel Wilson....so perfect... Ca is upstairs packing (as I have already done so) and soon we will head out to the cafe around the corner ...

... Tower from every place we go - it's like playing Where's Waldo! A stroll down Champs Elysees was then in order, as was popping into random overpriced (ok, maybe not overpriced - but out of our price range!) stores. To celebrate Free Cone Day at Ben and Jerry's (of all the International Holidays?) we treated ourselves to ice cream as we continued to marvel at how stunning Paris is. Our walk down the longest road in Paris led us to an ironically welcome ...

I don't think I've ever been in a larger plane. The A340 that I just spent 6 hours sweating in was one heck of a bird. 48 rows. 8 people per row. Figure it out. To pass the time, each seat came with its own video terminal. So I could play video games or watch 8-year-old episodes of McGuyver in both French and English. That was nice. Better: the food. Great dinner, probably the best airplane meal I've had ever, including in first class ...

... been eight euros if I came any other day, but it would have been worth it. Make sure you wear comfortable shoes, pack your lunch, have a big breakfast and expect to be there for about eight to ten hours if you want to see enough of it. Good stuff. The last cool thing I did in Paris was go to Jim Morrison's (The Doors) grave. It was pretty cool, but people had covered his grave in cigarettes and dead flowers. Maybe this is some sort of ritual? Voulez vous un baguette? Au Revoir!