Secours!

They traipsed. We discovered fantastic food at every turn. We were surrounded and had to fight our way out... biting and screaming.

The stretch of Rue du faubourg saint-denis around Rue des Petites Ecuries is an ethnic food wonderland.

These are the people that taught me to eat everything that will stand still. Or fail to outrun you. We're leaping upon tripe, snails & raw meat like Velociraptors.

We wandered by Sacré-Cœur. When I last stayed in Paris, I went there almost daily. I was broke, it was free, I lived three blocks away. This time I bothered to read the guidebook. Its a memorial to counter-revolution. The shameless bastards built it on top of the birthplace of the Paris Commune... after putting it down. I lifted my fist with feeling.



We returned home and had an air-guitar contest.