Paris - Day 4

People Are Hella Rude

And I say people because it's not just the French or even Parisians, it's just people in general. I learned two new phrases today: boob bump and belly bump. Okay, maybe I made those up but both those things happened to me in a matter of hours.

• Situation 1: While waiting in line to get on the elevator of the Eiffel Tower, this woman attacked me with her giant boobs. Yes, attacked. So when I moved out of her way I thought I was safe. Little did I know, she was behind me again, and ready for another boob attack. With each bump a flew a couple feet. I think my feet actually lifted off the ground. Okay, maybe not. Really though, I thought that would be the last of my body bumps of the day.
• Situation 2: While waiting in line to get in to the Notre Dame an obese American man with a large beer belly used his stomach to push me forward in line. That's right, his belly. Then he said "scoot up" under his breath. I looked at Marina and yelled "this dude just f*ckin' belly bumped me! wtf??" And I think he didn't know we were American (for some odd reason) until that moment because he really backed up after that.
• Situation 3: Chopped and screwed. Actually, I don't really know what that means but we got owned by a Parisian beezy today. I am embarrassed to even tell you this story! I asked our waitress at a café for (literal translation): a glass of water. She straight cracked a bottle of the most expensive water, left it on our table and walked away. I know, I should have spoken up. But instead we drank it and paid 8 euro for it.

Furthermore, I really miss personal space. That does not exist here. Well enough ranting...

B.I.A.

Breakfast In America. Yeah, you heard right. I woke up this morning craving American food. Something I don't think I've ever given a second thought at home. You want it, you make it - or you drive (don't even get me started on how much we take cars for granted) to denny's, ihop or the nearest diner. Unfortunately, we have neither of those options so we took the metro out of our way to the only American diner we could find in Paris. Yes, we wanted it that bad. Pancakes, maple syrup, eggs, potatoes, oh and French café au lait. It wasn't nearly as good as home, except the coffee which is 10x better than home, but it totally hit the spot. I don't even want to tell you the price, so I won't. Just know the little taste of home (pun intended) was worth it.

Eiffel Tower

Since we took so long at the diner, we didn't make it to the opening of the Tower. Thus, we had a long wait in line. I was so scared to go so high but it was totally worth it and not scary at all.

Notre Dame

Probably my favorite thing in Paris. Construction started in 1163 and it wasn't finished until 1345. It's simply amazing it was able to withstand the destruction and mankind. They had a full choir there practicing while we strolled the church. I wanted to see this the most out of anything in Paris and it didn't disappoint. Flash wasn't allowed so the pictures are kind of fuzzy.

Paris, I Love You

We strolled the Seine and took the metro back to our arrondissement. We stopped by the patisserie by our hotel to get some dessert. We are planning on taking a walk soon to enjoy our last night in Paris. With the ridiculous crowds, rude people, no personal space, no vegetarian or American food, I love this effing city. I hope to visit it again.