Gay Paree!

As Dad insists on calling it.

Paris was also short lived. Although I was worried I wasn’t going to be able to get out because of Train strikes. Turns out I just couldn’t get around.

Métro drivers were on strike. Astonishingly enough the trains were still more frequent than Connex services.

I came, I voted, I left. I suppose I did a bit of walking around in between. I didn’t do any serious sightseeing because I saw the big things last time. Although it’s quite difficult to avoid seeing the Eiffel Tower. Every taxi I took seemed to need to go past it. I think they do it on purpose if you ask me.