Ouch! Don't bite!

It's an itchy day today. I am absolutely RIDDLED with Mozzy bites! I don't know how they've gotten to me, as I've been mostly covered up, but the French Mosquitoes must just have a taste for Amy-blood now because they keep nibbling me! Argh!

Anyways, yesterday was another slobby day; we didn't stir from the apartment all afternoon (yesterday didn't have a morning) but at about 7pm we decided that we would doll ourselves up and go out to dinner! So we did doll up, and we walked to an Indian restaurant between the Pompidou centre and the river. Well, I walked, Holly hobbled :oD She had a pair of very high stiletto heels on and she couldn't walk in them without difficulty! It was very funny to watch as she squealed whenever we came to cobbled pavements! :op Sorry Holly!


Was a YUMMY dinner :o) (The stupid face was not intended by the way. . . .) And we got some weird, minty sugar-coated seasonings in a pot with our receipt. . . I was brave enough to try them to see what they were but can't see a lot of point in them.


After dinner, we walked to the riverside intending to sit in a little café again and take in the view, but everywhere was closing. By this time, it was around 11:30pm, so not really a surprise there. We took some arty photos by the bridge and then ambled slowly back towards the flat. We did find an open café in the heart of what we now know to be the centre of the Gay/Lesbian district.



Oh yeah, and we kissed a giant penis. Hehe. A group of guys was wandering along the road in the opposite direction to us and one of them, we noticed, was wearing a huge pink squishy costume. It was hard to discern what he was dressed as, to begin with. He stopped to chat to us and we told him we weren't French so he started speaking to us in English. We were told a nice little story about his recent engagement and how tonight was a sort of tradition; as he explained in broken English, "I am supposed to dress like, a. . . erm. . . a. . ."

"A knob?" I suggested helpfully. He broke into a huge grin and started to laugh with his friends, nodding in agreement. He asked us if we would kiss his "head" for good luck in his marriage, and we thought it was quite funny too. So we did :o)

An interesting evening anyway. Tis a pity that we were too shellshocked to think of taking a picture with the costumed man, as that would have made a very cool addition to my previous Paris photos (marvel at my alliteration!).

Thanks to all who have been reading this blog for persevering with me this week. It has been quite a discovery so far and I hope to find even more exciting news to tell you in the next few months!

xxxx