Unfortunately though I am a complete bellend and booked the tickets wrong- so our time with Cait and the Gadel Clan was limited.
Which meant no bad dancing! This is unfortunate for the French more than anything else, we thought they could use some more culture, and this would expand their understanding of grooving …
Did I mention our reunion was in Paris? Oh yes…. Such a beauty- it was Mr. Dobble’s first time in this city, so we saw and ate everything. Whatever was the special, we ate it or drank it, and loved it.
When we weren’t stuffing out faces with French goodness we were generally walked around looking lost…
‘Pepe Le Pew’?
We got our tourist on and did that pic pinching the Louvre, because everyone else was doing it. Paris has basically set up the area around the Louvre for this, with pillars fir people to stand up on to be the right height for the pinch.I’m pretty convinced there must be an inside joke from France to the rest if the world locked up in this picture. Maybe the next will Dan Brown novel will answer it
This is not how we looked on the way out.
The best bit about the Louvre is how beautiful the building is, and the artwork- dint get me wrong- But this is all ruined by the fact that this wench lurks here
Because of her the place is covered in people with large cameras, fanny packs and strollers. The magic and soul that is normally found in a gallery was completely sucked dry in this place. You couldn’t move and like the Sartre play, we couldn’t find the Exit!
The best thing we could do was try to blank it from our memory.
We are so French now!
We loved Paris hard, brought back wine (duh) and cant wait to go back to the land of Pepe le Pew.