I misbehaved greatly in Paris for the last two days. The worst “betise” (mistake) was to follow a group of funky Parisians met on a bridge (ON a bridge, not UNDER) through Paris until 5 o’clock in the morning. What resulted from the escapade was a whole 4 Gig card of photographs completely eradicated to make room for photographs of cookies at 4 am. A few hours later, you wake up in a semi-coma, realize what you have done and want to die.
Despite my great stupidity, I still LOVE Paris in the springtime. These are some of the reasons:
Lovers on a bench
Parisians invariably showing you Dallas on Youtube and singing the song in French
Funky gay Paris
Dancing Gay Paris at 3 am in the streets