21.-22.04.12 . Paris en trente-deuxs heures
/For obvious reasons, I couldn't title this post One Night in Paris. Although we did actually spend one night in Paris. Hm. Anyhow, this is what we saw:
Magnifique!: you spend beaucoups d'Euros and type a 128 digit-long code into this machine and POUF! You get un bicyclette! For 30 minutes!
This year's Fantasy Tour de France winner, just about to cross the finishing line (Alex - not the bus driver):
French dinner with all trimmings. Alex ordered Rognon de Veau Moutarde à L'ancienne (good old kidney with mustard sauce) thanks to some English/French translation error. But he said, he really liked it (*vom*). I would never eat innards. They're disgusting. Unlike slimy snails with garlic butter, which I could have every day for breakfast. Don't argue with me - it's culinary logic.
Wot?!
