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February 2, 2002
Ei-ffel Pretty!

Paris, Continued:The two photos below are of the Champs Elysees, one of the most famous avenues in the world (unless you don't know about it) at different zoom settings, as seen from the top observation deck of the Eiffel Tower. The last time I saw the Champs Elysees I was being crushed, with fireworks tossed on my alcohol-based, hairsprayed head. I came so close to igniting. Those Frogs.

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Champs Elysees
Champs Elysees
Champs Elysees

Arc de Triomphe
Seine River, Paris Photo to the left is Swan Island, that tiny strip of land in the Seine, 2789 feet long and 36 feet wide. If you look closely, you can see a nine-foot replica of the Statue of Liberty on tip of the far end of the island--click on photo for blow-up of the same.

I had a hard time finding an elevator to descend from the lower observation deck, and I went through lots of gift shops on the first and second levels (I didn't buy anything, thank you!). Climbing the tower using the 1268 stairs was an option (and cheaper) and I would've absolutely loved to do it, but I just didnít have time. It was nearing 11am and I'd forgotten what time we were supposed return to the bus. I hoped Iíd run into another tour member, or that cute oriental lady ironing her face without her boyfriend, but it didn't happened, so I decided I'd return by 4pm. I grabbed a corn dog on the other end of the Pont Díiem Bridge. No more experimenting with slimy salmon-cheese sandwiches. One more of those and my lunch would be swimming upstream. They put ketchup and Dijon mustard on the corn dog. It was delicious.

I moved along the muddy Seine (Seine means "Sacred River") viewing beautiful old structures as city buses, painted with Laetitiaís picture, passed me. She was everywhere. There were couples at every turn, and they were all paying attention to each other as if they were in love, or removing gnats from each other, not reading newspapers and watching football games on their portable DVD players like we do here in the States.

Paris is romantic, I suppose, depending on your definition of romantic. Itís Luxembourg City with epilepsy. You just want to shove a rag in its mouth to stop it from biting its bloody tongue off, but it's fun to watch it thrashing around you in all its old-world splendor. All I could hear was the rush of traffic and car horns--I mean, it is a huge city, so what would I expect? Itís not peaceful as portrayed on television, with those stupid accordions playing in the background. It's busy and noisy. I wanted to use my subway pass to speed my trip to the Notre Dame Cathedral, but I didnít pass any subway stations. What I remember mostly from this particular visit is walking, walking, walking, sweating, and feeling yucky from sweat. Yucky, and thrilled to death to be in Paris, and hoping a beautiful lady would walk up to me and ask,"You French?"

Paris skyline
Paris skyline
Paris skyline

Eiffel Tower Feet
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Ahhh...I'm losing my balance!
The tiny strip of land down there is Swan Island, and if you look very closely, you can see a nine-foot replica of the Statue of Liberty on tip of the far end of the island.>>>

If you look really really close, I mean really lean over the rails, you can see the little white ducks in the water>>>

Honey, I shrunk the French--Notice tiny restaurant they built into the base--French go in, but they don't come out>>>

If I only had a screwdriver and a bottle of bourbon, I'd take it down in one night!>>>

I guess this is the part where I pull out a television antenna, look up and say, quite nervously,"It's a girl!">>>

ahhh...I'm losing my balance...ahhh!!!

River Seine from really, really far away

Tiny, tiny little people at the base of the Eiffel Tower

I think I missed a screw somewhere around here

Ho ho ho, Green Giant