I caved and did the trite, expected, touristy thing, and finally walked out along the Seine to the Eiffel Tower with Brady, this Australian guy I'd met:
Note that my contrarian bona fides, while now grossly sullied, are nevertheless still somewhat intact: I never did make it to the Arc de Triomphe or the Champs-Elysees. Nor have I ever fallen in with that bovine hoard endlessly trampling the Louvre. I also absolutely refuse to ever visit Versailles.
I am a pilgrim, no tourist, see.
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Looks like you just missed my Dad.
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