Paris, Île-de-France, France
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Against all of John's pessimism and regardless of his hatred for cute French Peugeot girl, we arrived at the garage today and... the freaking car was actually ready. Insurance covered the entire thing, and we screamed out of Calais at about 100 mph (we actually screamed... like Calais was chasing us with a huge baggette and a tire boot) listening to Led Zeppelin and swearing that we would never see that town again in our lives. Which probably means that this has all been a dream and we'll wake up there tomorrow. Having wasted four days there, we were excited to get to Paris and be the ultimate annoying robo-tourists. Which we pulled off successfully. Let me just tell you, Drew and I absolutely loved Paris. The city is just epic, absolutely beautiful. John decided that he liked it better than London, and I got a couple of "pretty's" out of him by the time we made our way up to the Eiffel tower. The stop off actually went pretty smoothly, but I suppose anything would've been smooth compared to the stagnant disaster of the past few days. We parked, rode the train to the Arc d'Triumphe, and walked along the river through the heart of the city. Surprisingly, the Parisians are actually nice people. We had a gluttonous lunch (dejeuner) and a fantastic waiter, and we sat outside trying to look as French as possible (see: smug, smokey, alcohol soaked). The Eiffel tower is megalithic. There were rappellers jumping off of the side, gypsies wandering around underneath asking people for money (be sure to check out the John's perfect video), and even though it was sprinkling, the trees were in bloom.
The verdict: Paris is beautiful. Chill. They take two-hour lunches. I'd live there. Drew probably would too. John would punch lots of people in the face.
Quote of the day. "NON." (Again, see video.)
