I stopped over in Paris on my way home from Morocco and was quite impressed but quite pissed off that a simple sandwich and bottle of water cost me 8.5 euros. I could eat like a king for at least a few days with that much money in Morocco. I could also urinate in public and beat children, both of which were pleasantly absent in Paris.
Some of the highlights: catching up on sleep and reading time on the lawn in front of the GIGANTIC Louvre, chocolate crepes, the view from the top of the Arc de Triomphe, the hip-hop dancers and freestyle soccer performers in front of the Eiffel Tower, fire dancers and roller-blade maniacs on a bridge over the Seine at night next to the Notre Dame (preposition overload) and awesome Indian food.
Don't you make me pee my pants.
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