Le' Paris

Ahhh Paris.
The city of love.
They say that love is in the air and it certainly is but only if love ate too much asparagus and doesn't drink enough water.

Yeah, it really does smell like pee because Parisians treat this place like a public urinal.

But it doesn't matter too much because it's still beautiful.

My favourite thing about Paris is how the buildings tower over you. You can't see anything, then all of a sudden the road will turn and I'll be faced with a world famous land mark and I'll think "shit, that's the Sacre Coeur." Which happens to also be one of my favourite buildings in Paris.

They say that the dome on top of the Sacre Coeur brings hope to travellers. When you're sad or lonely or scared you see the dome and know that you're not alone because somewhere inside, someone is praying for you.

I've stayed in my first ever hostel and it's been a pleasant change to have people to talk to. I was beginning to become concerned because I've began to narrate my own life via lengthy internal monologue like JD from Scrubs.
I have already instigated a game of circle of death with the people in my dorm and impressed no one with my magic ticks.
Things are going swimmingly.

I've seen every cliché' imaginable in Paris including a girl walking the streets in heels and dripping in designer labels, carrying a poodle. I had to fight the urge to shake her hand and thank her for all the joy she brought me.

I even had a go at being clichéd myself. I rented a bike and road around the streets with a lovely Queensland couple.

In true Australian fashion, we nagged for beer until the tour guid gave in and stopped for a pint. Make sure you don't buy food or beer or anything from where you can see a landmark from, you'll easily pay 2-4 times more.

Paris is one of those places where you can just indulge in being here and the people I've encountered have been so friendly and pleasant it's great.

I'm not going to say a lot about Paris now. I'll be back here in September to meet up with Daniel, Rak & Isaac, so I've only really been here for one full day and French Monday = Australian Sunday so most things were closed.