Bastille Day
Well we couldn't find the Gay Ball, either our directions weren't good enough or the French gays and lesbians were too lazy to organise anything. So we walked down to the Bastille at midnight only to find the party already over and hundreds of drunk off their faces French staggered and hollering around the place. It was, in a word, disappointing. We did however find some awesome icecream which tasted like it was made from real ingredients (we got vanilla, bananna and pistachio) which made up for it. So we went home to sleep so we could at least wake up early for the parade today.
We got up and went to the Champs Elyseé, and stood on the fence of the Champs Elyseé Gucci store to try and see the parade. We decided to move along and walk up the route - we saw the French soldiers walking around, we saw tanks and horses, we saw President Sarkozy, we saw jets fly over the Arc de Triomphe and release tricoleur smoke. We saw lots of hot soldiers in their uniforms and David took lots of photos of them. Then retiring to the warm afternoon glow of the computer screen in the netcafe across the road. All in all a pleasant day.
We got up and went to the Champs Elyseé, and stood on the fence of the Champs Elyseé Gucci store to try and see the parade. We decided to move along and walk up the route - we saw the French soldiers walking around, we saw tanks and horses, we saw President Sarkozy, we saw jets fly over the Arc de Triomphe and release tricoleur smoke. We saw lots of hot soldiers in their uniforms and David took lots of photos of them. Then retiring to the warm afternoon glow of the computer screen in the netcafe across the road. All in all a pleasant day.