Paris

A few weeks ago I went to Paris. With only two french phrases to hand, 'La Sange est dans l'arbre' and 'bonjour mon petite bureau de change' I managed to make it from Gare du Nord to Montmatre, buying both a pain au chocolate and tickets for the Metro. The Metro only went part way, I was heading for Abbessess, remembering that stop from Amelie, but someone had thrown themselves on the line and the train only went part way. Recalling that Montmatre was up a hill, I left the Metro and made my way uphill, until I saw the Sacre-Coeur shimmering in the afternoon sun. I got myself food -I ran away from the first food place because I didn't want the people in the queue to hear my awful french- and sat on the steps of the Sacre-Coeur looking over at Paris. The Eiffel tower was hidden from view. Then I managed to make my way to Montparnasse to meet my friend Richard, where from then on, I let him do all the talking to order food, drinks and train tickets.

This is a picture of Richard in the Louvre approaching the Venus de Milo, a place whose courtyard we walked around for twenty minutes looking for the entrance, before finally realising, after watching people coming from the ground like ants, you entered via the glass pyramid. I'm sure I will forget this again next time. Rumours that before Richard walked up this corridor, the Venus de Milo had both arms are unfounded.