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Foreignness of Foreigners

Notes from my travels with photographic accompaniment. Just click the photos to view the full-size version.

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Tour L'Eiffel

Elena's knee popped out while she was in Berlin. She can't go anywhere with me. :-( What sucks, more, though, is she probably has to spend her last weeks in Paris in a cast. Très triste! I spent most of the morning just hanging out with her and we watched Center Stage. So bad, but soooo good. It was evening by the time we finished, so I figured I would go to the Eiffel and see it lit up in all its glory.

I kind of got accosted by two semi-retarded guys at separate times tonight, though. Yep. I'm starting to think I'm probably the semi-retarded girl that accosts normal guys. Anyway. The Eiffel Tower is my favourite thing so far. It's gorge(ous). I just wish there weren't so many damn street merchants trying to sell fiberoptic Eiffel Tour souvenirs.















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