The week before we were scheduled to fly to Paris, the Eiffel Tower was evacuated for a bomb threat that ended up being a false alarm and resolved the same day. My husband plain out told me that if the trip wasn't for work (and completely paid in full) we may have been calling it off. I couldn't NOT go on this trip and miss my possibly one and only chance to get to Paris. I was SO
going with or without him glad this wasn't a personal trip and confident everything would go as smoothly as planned. It just had to...
The first day we were there we decided to walk down the Champs Elysees only to be greeted by this scene:
|Doesn't he look absolutely thrilled??|
We took a tour bus which I recommend for anyone wanting to see the better part of the city without paying for a cab to get around, or getting too lost. They have headphones so you can use to choose your language to be able to hear all about the sites you are passing by. There are also numerous stops along the route that you can get off and back on.
|My son is convinced we saw Wolverine on location in Paris.|
This guy spent much of the tour standing up right behind us or kneeling in the seat with the camera around his neck in perfect swinging distance from my head. It didn't really bother me to be honest, I was enjoying myself and chose not to notice how closely he was in my boundaries. All of a sudden my husband stood up.
"Hey could you watch what you're doing? You're about to hit my wife in the head." (assuming that this guy would even understand him)
"Did I hit her? Did I?" he asked in a British accent.
"You almost did," my husband said after a pause which I was hoping was him thinking about how stupid this was.
"Almost is not hitting her then is it? It didn't really hit her." the man piped up. Then he mumbled something under his breath about him being a rude American. I thought he might lose it. I thought for a moment about how hard it would be to get out of an arrest in Paris.
It was over after a few choice words then a couple international I love you signs and the guy got off the bus at the next stop. We were able to enjoy what was left of the tour.
Just a warning in case you might think about renting a car while in Paris, it's an accident waiting to happen in most spots. Think again. I was surprised there weren't any accidents in the 51 seconds, all of which I had my jaw open filming it. While they do drive on the right side of the road here at least, I still wouldn't even think about attempting this challenge...
Do you think you could handle it?
So the lesson to be learned here today about the people in Paris is that it's not the actual Parisians that live there that you have to worry about, it's really the touring Brits you have to watch out for - and the completely insane traffic!
|Of course, there's not any harmless gorillas to worry about...|
nor were any harmed in the making of this post.
Have you been to Paris? What do you think of the traffic and the people?