It is hard to give a slice of Paris that hasn't been offered before. That may not sound like an impressive advertisement for this blog entry, but it nonetheless is one.

We shacked up in the 13th arrondissement, better known as the Latin Quarter. Our first was spent in the park with some ping-pong (tennis de table?) and movie night on the grande screen. "2 Days in Paris" was on, replete with Julie Delpy and Jewish and French stereotypical humour.



Christine insists on aperatifs nightly, which I oblige. Let us eat cake! Here the Pastis flows like the River Ganges, uh, er Seine.



The nights tend to end rather abruptly. Fortunately, a church door is a welcome place to end the day.



But if the gendarmies come after you, better know your way around the underground. We played the Les Miserables part nicely...



Postcardsonthefridge isn't all galmour and art - she also can hold back the rushing tide of an entire city's wastewater.



Obligatory landmark photo:



And the Louvre, named after Brett Favre I think.



And Chris at the Pompidou, doing her best French impression of the bored bourgeoisie:

In closing, let me remind you that there are no Jesus imitations allowed at Paris Museums.