Just back from the city of Love -- not "Brotherly Love," either!
First night there, we went to the grocery store and bought some food for the room -- to remove the mini-bar temptation: some wine, beer, cheese, salami, bread, etc. Nice.
Next day, we came back to the room and were dismayed to find that it smelled like shit! Literally, like shit. We considered changing rooms, but figured it was a ventilation problem, so we turned on the A/C and waited to see if that helped. It didn't. So we decided it was worth it to pack up all our stuff again and move to another room.
Just before going down to reception to tell them the problem, I realized that the cheese was not in the fridge. No shit. Just cheese.
How do you say "American idiot" in French?
Here are some shots from our stay:
A strange dude and his dog (with helmet)
Me by the Seine
Casi and Pierre in front of some church...
Casi pretending to be an infidel