On this day last year I arrived in Paris with mon amie Christine. Because we were tourists, we of course went up the Eiffel Tower to see what all the fuss was about. The fuss was at first about standing in line forever fearing that the creepy guy next to me was going to pick my pocket. Then the fuss was about cramming into an elevator FULL of people who were likely to pick my pocket. At long last, however, we discovered that the fuss was about a bloody good view. So we took some pictures. Thus:
Shortly after taking this picture we got assaulted by drunken Italians who insisted on getting pictures taken with us, no doubt while trying to pick our pockets. Somewhere there is some Italian guy who's confused because in this picture he seems to be at the top of the Eiffel Tower with these two girls and he doesn't remember it at all. Sucks to his asthmar, at least we got a story out of it.
Sunday, May 15, 2005
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Linda!
That was excellent.
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