Seriously, guys, my feet are killin' me.

Paris , day two, things have gotten bad now. We snaked in and out of the streets.As if we were being sucked into the streets of Paris , into the heart of darkness.

"Bonjour, oui, merci..."

I'm not sure who I am anymore. We have our own voices, voices neither of us recognise. I once called her Nicola, now, Nicole. She chirps a fine "bonjour" to a passing waiter and I grunt "bonsoir" to the lady behind the bar at night, shrugging and pouting, hands held aloft , questions and condeming the world all in a single overtly French gestures.

It's too late. Time to order another biere and some fromage.

On another note, this afternoon we snook into the Louvre using a special secret way. The Louvre is one of the best , biggest and most interesting places to be inthe world. Bristling with STUFF!!!. Is it wrong that my fave part was getting in for free?

We saw antiquities galore, art, sculture and STUFF!!!.

Did we see the mona lisa? No , we didn't need to. It is in every shop here so meh.



Later we intend to find a massage spa and then have a glorious meal at a glorious French cafe. Food, bread, cakes, drinks. Wonderful. It does great things to ease the sole.