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Gay Paris (well, not gay but he doesn’t have a girlfriend, which is sort of strange)

After a surpisingly good sleep, we headed out to see the sights looking decidely touristy in our cargo shorts, kahkis and quick-dry tops in trendy-as-shit Paris where pin-striped business men on cycles smoking cigarettes and using mobiles sans helmuts are a regular sight.

We spent the morning racking up a lot of sightseeing miles before standing in line for 45 minutes to get inside the Louvre.

Afterwards, we spent walked back to Jardin du Paris and put our feet up before heading back to the hotel to freshen up for dinner.  Continue reading(?) for an image dump interspersed with my off-the-cuff commentary.

The guy on the top is about to get into a whole heap of shit when the guy on the bottom tells Mum.

Great western phallic symbol, or greatest western phallic symbol?

Hotel room roof - testing camera.

What we all came to see (if what we came to see was a blurry shot of the Mona Lisa).

Not actually made of gummy.

Relaxing in Jardin du Paris.

Back entrance (tradesman's entrance) of the Louvre.  We actually saw a whole bunch of construction workers exit here.

Side entrance of the Louvre.

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