I made exactly 108 pictures (three film-rolls) in Paris, which is a rather small amount for you, digital camera lovers out there.
It's not really a lot of pictures, but sure in blogging scale it makes up quite a few posts.
I'm half way through, I promise. Stay with me, merci!
Somewhat annoyed that Eiffel is such a cliché,
on the other hand, "Holy shit, let's make more pictures!"
Paris Men's Fashion week was held a week before my visit.
Which meant sad, but beautiful children. Happy gay couples. No pollution. Meowlin working 110h per week. Fashion cares!
This all meant that she seriously needed her beauty sleep and
on Sunday morning I snuck out, so she could purr-purr-purr:
When I thought that England is crazy with their "everything closed on Sundays",
it's actually nothing compared to French "everything really is closed on Sundays and that's the law".
Only a local market was open for few hours.
Imagine if Balta turg looked like this:
(started to think about how the elevator cables were cut during the occupation of France, so that Hitler couldn't get to the top of the tower)
The grim side of Eiffel:
Then I sat in a café to read a book (how very French of me).
A guy came next to me and started a conversation "I speaky Angliiis." I let him carry on, because if a Frenchman is trying to speak English with you, you let him! A very rare situation, by the way.
He was interested in my book, which was in Swedish - and yes, of course I pretended to be Swedish, like I always do, because blondes and Swedes have more fun!
Sadly I didn't have time to finish our plans to go skiing in the Alps, I pardoned myself and went back to my dear Meowlin:
In the meanwhile, Meowlin had woken up and we had dinner/breakfast with croissants and baguettes.
OUI!:
After all the munchies and girl talk, we took a late night walk to Trocadéro. We didn't need boys, we just needed each other.
No romance just amazons!
Every full hour the Eiffel looks like a Russian woman.
Bling-bling:
Giving different angles of myself, now sitting:
This is lovely, all what's missing is a sleazy text over it in Helvetica:
Next day, brighter sky.
The first and only time I saw sun in Paris:
Artsy crowded Louvre:
Ironically I made more pictures inside out from Louvre, then inside:
Angles, angles, angles:
"I'm your Venus, I'm your fire!"
Shaved her hands off, I guess:
Contemporary Venus and the old bitch Venus:
The ceiling is the limit:
Athena:
I wouldn't ask her number, I wouldn't take her out on a date.
It's beyond me how many people were taking pictures of Mona Lisa with their Apple products...
...while this piece of art was just surrounded by children, who had their mandatory school lesson there.
Eiffel is everywhere.:
Little big people:
Real life ant farm:
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