Hey kids.
Arrived in Paris Friday morning. Shitty flight of course. I still don't understand how so many people think they can just ALL put their fucking carry-on luggage in the overhead bins, which, in a 767, are the size of my ass. Landed on time and actually got my luggage back in less than an hour, so that was a good surprise. What wasn't a surprise was the legendary French customs. Basically, it's a bunch of agents huddled in a corner, shooting the breeze while travellers walk by. Awesome for smuggling drugs into the country.
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Paris is as usual for December, meaning sheer and utter hell of people. You know how a bunch of geese or a school of fish manage to always go in the same direction, in a perfectly coordinated fashion? The French have managed to figure out how they do it, and then to do the EXACT opposite. If you don't watch where you're going, you WILL get trampled or stabbed to death by an umbrella. I guess I forgot how people are, because I'm having a hard time not killing anyone...
Going to the Riviera in two days, using the new Viaduc de Millau. And then I should hit the slopes on Thursday (the Alps are 2 hours from our house). And then back to the States next Monday. My life is so tough, I know.
So I still have some time in Paris to meet friends and all. So far I have been able to see a ton, for once. I finally met Steph&Alek, who are as sweet as they seem. Saw, and fell more in love with, my niece and nephew (forever known now as the Cutest Kids on Earth!).
I hesitate to do anymore shopping, since everythng here is so outrageously overpriced to begin with, and the dollar is worth, like, nothing. I don't even know how people manage to live here anymore. All my friends tell me Paris is becoming like NY. Crazy shit.
That's all for now, folks. Cheerio.