| I don't know what this is. It was just standing there. They have cars that take people up to the top of this thing. I don't know what the French use this thing for, but it would make a great tourist attraction. |  |
| Paris is one big ass city. This is a view down the Champs de Mars to the Ecole Militaire, the Royal Military Academy. It was founded in 1751 by Louis XV. Napoleon Bonaparte trained here. Pretty cool, huh? |  |
| The River Seine. If you look just past the bend of the river, you can just make out the Louvre (somewhere in the shady spot). If you look very, very, very closely, you can see the Mona Lisa. (But I wouldn't recommend doing that. You'll ruin your eyes.) |  |
| This is one of the poor people of Paris. This photo will only make sense if you've heard of the old song. If you don't know the song, this is just le bum. |  |
| Here's the Arc de Triomphe. It was commissioned by some Napoleon guy in 1806 and finished in 1836 to commemorate like victories in wars or something. I don't know. It just looks kinda cool. Sorta like a giant lowercase "n". |  |
| This is view down the Champs Elysées. There are a lot of streets in the area that are names after non-French leaders such as Presidents Woodrow Wilson, Franklin Roosevelt and John Kennedy and King George V of England. I guess that's the least they can do for saving their butts in war after war. |  |
| Riding on the Metro. (Okay, another song reference, but at least the Berlin song from the 80's is not as obscure as Les Baxter's #1 hit in the 50's, "The Poor People of Paris" from a previous photo. |  |
| Oh, how this must burn those stupid French people. Ugly American cultural imperialism smack dab in the middle of the capital of snooty "we are so much better than voux" France. It really is a perfect fit, though. I mean, where would McDonald's be without french fries? Sacre bleu! |  |
| What would any trip to Paris be
without a visit to Le Sex Shop? I just thought this was a funny photo. I did go
inside. Curiosity got the best of me. Our American sex shops are so much better than
theirs. Man, it was kind of scary in there. Those French will go for just about anything! Well, we took the train back under the English Channel to England after our day in Paris and flew back to the good old U. S. of A. the next morning. ...and they all lived happily ever after. Except the French. I don't think they're ever happy. |
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