On Monday, the day we arrived in Paris, the dollar fell to an all time low against the euro. Nice.
In other news from Paris, SHR stepped in French dog poop, not once, but twice yesterday.
On the Eiffel Tower, some Frenchie 7-year-old boy on two separate occasions hit her on the rear end as he swung his arms back and forth. By the end of our stay on top of the tower, he began to "inadvertently" kick her.
Luckily for dinner, all was good, when we found a Korean restaurant. The waitress was very happy to speak Korean to a customer even though SHR got shy and made her speak in English for the first half of our stay.
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My dad says that everytime his mom asked his dad to take the family on a European vacation, his dad would say, "Whatta they got in Europe? They got churches and museums and you get diharrea. Well, we got churches and museums right here in the city of Boston....and you can get diharrea for free."
Ah, put it is artesinal diharrea, made the same way since the time of Charlemagne in the same quaint little unsanitary shop that has been in the current diharreaiste's family for generations.
Enjoy your trip, and remember it's called "le baseball" in them parts.
I heard French dog poop smells of the finest parfum.
This all has a hint of National Lampoon about it.
Dude, I need addresses, names, ideas, we're gonna be there in 3 weeks. Drop me a line when you get back. Watch out for the poop.
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