Luxembourg Gardens - for some reason I thought this was very French
There is the Palais. For details, see Kathy's photos.
Can you spot Mark in this photo??
He's easier to spot in this one.
Me doing Magnum by Notre Dame.
It was a happening place.
Mark, um, I don't know what's he's doing.
Light coming in, mass processional people.
These tell the story of the bible. Although I can't really follow it myself.
See, I'm lost already.
Mark sees the light.
I'm trying to be arty.
It's a nice place, but no Canterbury Cathedral. And where are all the dead people??
The gardeners at Notre Dame did not prepare for someone of Mark's height.
I'm trying to get the pink flowers in there as a frame.
See, this is because our heads normally block everything. Not because he smells.
The bikes you can rent and whirl around town. London's new mayor said he's bring them here.
Hotel de Ville ('city hall')
Flowers and nothing else...
This is my arty pyramid shot.
Well, one of many arty pyramid shots.
I kept cutting off his head so he took this one.
That's that other arc thing.
Thinking deep thoughts, no doubt.
It was novel going somewhere during the spring when the flowers were actually blooming.
The fountain of mer people.
I was slightly taken aback by the size of the mer-bottom. Normally it's all fish by that point.
Mer-MAN! MER-MAN!!!!
He's emulating.
Another nice fountain thing. There were a lot of those.
That's a road. I personally like my roads to have lane markings. But that's just me.
The inside of the Arc de Triumphe. We chilled under there while it was raining.
Some of the outside.
From the middle of the street.
It sure was dark thay day. Lampost on Pont Alexandre III.
Someone was jazzed to be there.
An old Fiat 500. I like the adhoc bumper enhancements.
Musee d'Orsay. Which was on the top of my visiting list.
Mark showing off his nose band-aid.
The inside of the joint.
Some were amazed by, um, I don't know what.
I liked this painting.
I also really like this photo.
We're capturing the girl back there. She was very French and showing a lot of cleavage.
Napolean is in there. They say he was quite little.
This is what he would see if he were alive and someone opened his casket thing. Not bad.
That's apparently an alter.
There are numerous dramatic enclaves in there. This one seems to be related to WWI.
Mark dances at inapprioate locales.
Another view of the dome.
This was just so creepy. On the entrance to the crypt...
Less creepy giant statue. Did you know that Napolean lived in ancient times?
He was clearly an ancient Roman emporer.
He sure thought he was something. Nice place though. Just no sitting on the grass!!
Magnums, however, are allowed.
Mine was double caramel.
This was the Army Museum. We wandered through briskly.
Mainly as we had essentially already paid for it.
Like a tree hugger but not quite...
House boats on the Seine.
When you gotta go, you gotta go.
This is Mark's puddle. He stepped in it the day before, when it was much bigger and deeper.
That's a nice bottom.
That's Venus de Milo.
I think he was just prooving a point.
That's the longest hallway of painting ever.
This was my favorite. It's spaceship Jesus. Why this painting is not famous is beyond me. It's clearly ahead of it's time.
The crowd taking photos of the Mona Lisa.
I feel like I've seen the slightly different version of this painting elsewhere. Or maybe it was just wikipedia?
Inbreeding gone wrong... doesn't help when painting says the king is your uncle/husband...
Mark didn't believe me when I said this was way famous until he saw the cover of the new Coldplay album.
Nice chunk of ceiling.
The English art room. It was small and not very busy.
Down in the basement to look at the original palace foundations.
That's what it looked like back in the day. I think it's cute.
Although now the foundations seem a little creepy.
Getting creepier... wait, is that a ghost peaking out at me?? Aaaahhhh!!
Can the louvre not afford lighting??
Aaahhh!! The ghost again!! Aaaahhh!!
He's gone baguette crazy! He ate two of them by the time we got back to the apt.
Weird American types looking out the window.
Sacre Ceour. I have no idea how to spell that.
Kathy looks like she's talking in this one.
Sans grass.
Avec moi.
Arty times for me!
This photo emphasizes the vertices. Okay, I have no idea.
This one's for Mombi (aka, Allison)
Moulin Rouge. The windmill powers the stage lights. Or maybe not.
My head is sprouting a windmill.
Kung Fu Panda, hells yeah!!
A fountain.
Kathy says they're abused, I say the French gardeners must have an amazing labor union.
They're waiting for us, engaged in deep conversation.
The Friday bottle of cafe vino. We opted for white. It was hot. The weather, not the wine.
Finally, a place to get keys and tampons!
Some weirdos sitting next to us at the cafe.
The lady seemed okay but the guy clearly had some sort of nervous twitch.
Bread, cheese, sausage. Aka, good eatin'.
Here it is a little closer up.
Ooh, but Battle in Seattle has a much better ring to it.
Mark back at the Jardin du Luxembourg.
At the Panthenon thing. Even the outside ceiling is pretty.
Inside's still prettier though!
This goes on for a while.
I found this quite dramatic. As it's big.
I think that's Alexandre Dumas. He wrote Queen Margot. He gets my props.
Nice dome.
Crepes from crepes a go go. Mine is potato and creme fraiche, Mark's is ham, cheese and egg.
We shared this little chocoloate, banana, vanilla ice cream number for dessert.
That place again. But this time we are about to get ready for boat ride!
This bridge is covered with those little heads. They're all different. There are hundreds!
Musee d'Orsay from the boat. Some of these are very similar to Kathy's boat ride pics but she went the day after us...
La Tour.
Dome! It's real gold, you know.
He's formulating a plan to steal the gold.
Those are folks with La Tour. They're just kind of dark.
As are we. Not moody dark, just not well lit.
We are approximately half as tall as La Tour.
Or maybe it's Le Tour. But that's it through some trees.
Some people heading for La Tour.
Some people take waiting in line VERY seriously.
I think this isn't all the way at the top. Or maybe it is.
Folks!
This is with flash. Again, we are blocking out most things.
Without flash, a little less dear in headlights.
Me with the Bri.
That chatty Kathy looks like she's talking again...
I shall call you... Norm....
He's very comfortable with the camera.
It's gotten dark very quickly.
We've looked at this several times, and still are not sure what is going on.
It's like it's lit from within.
It's like a giant that came really close to stepping on me.
My lens was dirty.
The light show.
Time to break out the fireworks setting!
And whirl the camera about a bit.
Perhaps even while the camera is slightly askew.
In slightly bigger circles this time!
Uh-oh, Mark has disappeared to scale the dome to get his gold.
DISNEYLAND!!!
Heading on to Mainstreet USA. Yeah, I don't know either.
Instead of Mickey Mouse pancakes they have chocolate filled Mickey Mouse brioches. A bit sweet, but it's not like you get to have them everyday.
Sleeping Beauty's castle.
If you match up the tree on the right with the previous photo you can tell we are blocking out said castle with our giant heads.
Jack Sparrow walked by. Well, he sauntered. Jack Sparrow saunters.
Scary.
If he weren't wearing sunglasses you could see the fear in his eyes.
That's the entrance to a ride but I can't remember which one...
If I ever designed a house, it would strongly resemble this.
We had spare time, so we shot things. There is an extra layer of difficulty if you can't close one eye at a time.
I think it might be a submarine.
Looks festive. It turned out to be violent and upside down like. I don't recommend.
He's chugging mini ball popsicles. Similar in nature to dippin dots.
That's my normal facial expression.
I'm not even sure which one of us took this one.
Lumiere was gracious enough to let us pose with him.
We were tight.
I think it suits him.
Kissy times on Main Street.
For months he's been going on about getting a goofy hat, and then we finally find one and it doesn't fit. Sad.
Waiting for the third whirl on Thunder Mountain Railroad.
Cinderella was parading.
The Tower of Terror. We were hauled up that thing and let go several times.
That's Crush. He has a coaster that we would have maybe gone on if there wasn't a 40 minute wait.
Goofy ears clearly don't have the same level of appeal as goofy hats.
That is Squirt and the fish who's name we can't recall so we call her Dissy (for disney....yeah, we're that sad...)
And now we are magically in Versaille.
Those guys don't look like tourists at all. They blend.
I'm thinking of going for this look in interior design.
The King's bed. Not as big as (horizontally) as one might expect.
Louis XVI, when he still had a head.
He looks very knowledgable.
We are near the hall of mirrors.
That is the hall of mirrors.
Arty.
That's Louis XIV and his fam.
A bust with soft billowing hair.
That's us in a mirror.
More billowing busts!
This is my favorite picture of Brian ever.
The folks.
The folks with Mark.
I like the chandelier. I think it's understated.
I think it's neat, but ceiling murals make my neck hurt.
Proof that I was there.
I like this chandelier. It was a bit more understated than many others. Like maybe they would sell it at anthro.
That's what we look like in a mirror.
The statues are a bit lazy out back.
That's my hair in my face.
That's a small proportion of the big pile of, well not bricks, stone?
The gardens go for as far as the eye can see.
That's me and, as she likes to be called, 'mum'
Hemphills gone wild.
Turner gone wild.
It's all very symmetrical. They seem to dig that in France.
Something is in that foliage.
It's a fountain that's like, climbing out of the water. It's novel.
I've made this one my facebook profile picture.
This one didn't even come in second.
I thought the trees were nice.
Nice boats.
Me sticking my neck out to avoid chin issues.
If you look closely you can see Kathy coming out the doors.
Again, what does height in a bed really get you? Why aren't they just really big?
That's a light source. I'm not sure energy saving.
Yellow. How very gender neutral.
Boys on a bench.
Marie Antoinette's little hamlet situation.
Prepare for cuteness overload.
Now just imagine 18th century socialites prancing around with big dresses and little umbrellas for shade.
That is not what they looked like.
Nor is that. Well, maybe.
I hear they trimmed sheep with scissors made of gold.
She just pranced over and stood like that until someone took her picture.
She was a big fan.
It smelled pleasant so I got in its grill.
And I licked the rickety staircase.
Blocking something pleasant, no doubt.
Watch the hands, Kathy.
Cute arch action.
I think someone might actually still live there.
I'm not really sure.
I'm sure it's very practical.
That's the farm. There were goats and donkeys.
We rented a boat.
Brian rowed, Kathy posed.
We posed as well.
Still blocking most things.
He's blocking Kathy.
Now he's not quite.
It was a nice little canal. If you can call that little.
Kathy decided to show Brian how it was done.
He seemed okay with that prospect.
More lazy statues!
At least this little guy stood up.
That's some facade for you.
That is Kathy's appetizer at dinner that night.
That is mine. It was a big ravioli.
That is the restaurant. I didn't think I was going to be in that picture.
Fountain nicely lit at dusk!
