Oh Paris, you photogenic place you

The Eiffel Tower in all its glory. And here is a picture of us jumping in front of it.

What could possibly be better than a good old jumping picture? Oh, I know, a picture of what comes after...  

Thank heavens for fast shutter speeds or this beauty may have gone forever undocumented. T'would have been a shame. Sometimes I wonder what dances were like in the 60's—I don't have to wonder anymore.

The Louvre was beautiful, and the Musée d'Orsay was ammmmazing. 

Arc de Triomphe, where we caught a fancy meal at a McDonalds down the street. They have these fantastic little potatoes slices they call “French fries”, gotta try them. 

Probably the most impressive thing still was the Metro. I have never, I repeat never been on such a crowded subway/train/light rail. A huge festival was going on and it was a mad house. I believe at one point a stranger was sitting on my lap, someone was stepping on my foot (or was it I that was doing the stepping? It's hard to say), and someone else was breathing on my neck. If you are wondering, I didn't turn around—sometimes it's just better to not know.

The Sacré Cœur had the most beautiful view of Paris. Although, I am not sure what was more interesting at the moment, the Sacré Cœur or my skinny sister chasing off four peddlers three times her size...I chose the latter. 

If you were wondering, we blended right in. I am sure no one knew we were tourists at all...