I hate Paris in the springtime....
That is a French Kiss reference to test the knowledge of people who think they know everything about film.
So Paris was amazing. Actually I don't remember the entire trip there because I think I was still drunk, this is how typically ridiculous my organizational/ life in general skills are...
I went out the night before leaving for Paris, Thursday. My bus was leaving at 7am, we were supposed to get there half an hour early. So really, going to a jazz bar, a reggae bar, a flamenco bar and a new bar with lots of free shots was not the best idea, but regardless...I set my alarm for 5:30 (going to bed at 4...) and did not wake up. Until 6:45. Instant heart attack. But by some miracle and a really nice cab driver, I was on the bus, definitely still with alcohol coursing through my veins. That pretty much sums up the rest of my Paris visit. I swooned over the Louvre and the Museum d'Orsay (mm, da Vinci, Monet, Van Gogh...) payed my respects at Jim Morrison´s grave, nearly fell off the Eiffel tower, and drank lots and lots (lots.) of amazing wine and got down with the Frenchies. I thought they would be snobby but they loved us, for some reason. Ooh, and crepes. Lots of crepes...ah merde i have to go, love...
So Paris was amazing. Actually I don't remember the entire trip there because I think I was still drunk, this is how typically ridiculous my organizational/ life in general skills are...
I went out the night before leaving for Paris, Thursday. My bus was leaving at 7am, we were supposed to get there half an hour early. So really, going to a jazz bar, a reggae bar, a flamenco bar and a new bar with lots of free shots was not the best idea, but regardless...I set my alarm for 5:30 (going to bed at 4...) and did not wake up. Until 6:45. Instant heart attack. But by some miracle and a really nice cab driver, I was on the bus, definitely still with alcohol coursing through my veins. That pretty much sums up the rest of my Paris visit. I swooned over the Louvre and the Museum d'Orsay (mm, da Vinci, Monet, Van Gogh...) payed my respects at Jim Morrison´s grave, nearly fell off the Eiffel tower, and drank lots and lots (lots.) of amazing wine and got down with the Frenchies. I thought they would be snobby but they loved us, for some reason. Ooh, and crepes. Lots of crepes...ah merde i have to go, love...