Paris

I'm back in my hotel room after two very special days in Paris.

I'm not going to do a full entry about it because that would take days, so here's the short version:

I watched the sun rise over a misty French countryside from a tiny train carriage. I got flashed by a Parisian duck outside a bra bar, then Ingrid fisted a gargoyle, and Karine instructed us on pornographic medieval imagery after we saw a tapestry of a woman who was "giving it to the unicorn". I said oh hai to the universe inside the Sacre Coeur.

I remarked on how the white buildings in Paris reminded me of Minas Tirith seventeen times and pondered mortality. I ate a butt pastry. It was pretending to be a palm tree, but it didn't fool me. I lay on the most perfect grass ever and looked up at a perfect blue sky. I took a picture of the Eiffel tower between my legs and giggled half to death. I saw a hundred rainbows in the Louvre. All the way.