Le Touriste

Starting with this morning, I woke up and saw a French waiter with breakfast in my room. I was in pajamas and in bed, but I talked to him anyhow. (Alas, my alarm didn’t go off.) He didn’t speak any English, but I managed to get a few things across to him in French.
He was friendly, a little TOO friendly – kissing me good-bye three times! I was so embarrassed, but now it’s funny! Well, one experiences something new every day. Today, I French-kissed with an authentic Frenchman. Oh my God! I’m laughing out loud at that last line.
Getting back to what we did today: We met Oda in the lobby and drove all over Paris on the bus, only stopping at Notre Dame. Gippy! But Notre Dame is beautiful; I was disappointed to hear that there was no authentic “hunchback,” though.


Notre Dame gargoyles

I am so sick of the God-damn tourists (even though I am one). I hate the dipshit lady ones who sit on their asses and complain. How obnoxious! I feel so sorry for the Parisians who have to put up with them every summer!