So, how are things back there in the good U.S. of A? Good, I hope. Anyway, I am at this moment down stairs of our little humble abode, Bas Froid, which I believe stands for "Cold Fish", not sure mind you. Anyway, it has its good and its bad. Em-J says we should call it Wet Carpet because the carpet under her bed was wet and the room had an odd smell.

We went to see Jim Morisson's tomb/grave thingie. Sorry, no bust. I got everyone lost when we first got there. Thankfully, and after some excruciating uphill stair climbing, Em-J and Matt found it. Actually, I think Em-J found it first. Someone found the guy who painted "The Raft _____" something or other, cant remember who it was. Anyway, the cool part was having some guy out of no where guide us to Oscar Wilde's grave thingie. I tried my limited French, but thankfully the guy knew English and Spanish.

McDonald's here is not what it is in the states. We found this out the hard way. I think we all had some strange effect after eating there. Mostly, I believe, it was because we were nervous and it was the first time we had even attempted asking for something to eat. Em-J said she thought she was about to cry when we were ordering her food. I thought I was going to cry when I had to say, "Je ne parle francias" to some kids because they had asked for the way out of Pere Lanchaise (Cemetery where Jim is). Imagine that! Then again, the kid spoke fast and I'm slow.

I haven't been much of a guide this weekend. My limited French and my bad sense of direction seems to get us into trouble, but alas, we all chip in and get us out of it.

We've come across some bad waiters, bad smells in the subways and beyond, some creepy guys but some awesome sights and the first person (Nadia) we spoke to at the Love and Peace Hostel was extremely nice and helpful, not to mention cute. We saw the Eiffel Tower light up three times, once when we were under it. Sorry, couldn't go up because of the line and the price. We got a lot of pictures, though. We did go up the Arc du Triomphe. That was cool. We even visited the Moulin Rouge, the Louvre and Notre Dame Cathedral. Not in that order, but you get the jest. We walked the Champ L'Elysee. We were kind of scared when we first arrived. Hell, I was extremely intimidated as soon as the Eurostar stopped at Gare du Nord. I couldn't think straight. Em-J came up with the idea of buying a map. But now, I believe that we can go back to London with confidence that we didn't possess before.

P.S. --> I changed the time to show what time it was when I was writing this in Paris, but I think it's about 7pm, 8th of June in Houston.