Day 2 et Le Moulin Rouge and a lady that wanted to eat Kate...

Paris is a Surreal world and like being in a schizophrenic's mind...

I forgot to mention yesterday about the random woman who wanted to eat Kate. As we were on the train stuck behind our luggage at the end, some random lady in her mid 30s came over and plonked all her bags around us and the door, so she could make a fast exit from the carriage. She was looking Lady K up n down and licking her lips. I was scared this time, so i broke the awkward silence saying, "parlez-vous anglais?"

 

She went on to telling us about how she traveled to London reguarly to purchase shoes n bags to re-sell in France. She asked what we did for jobs and went on to say, "hmmm I need a nurse..."
"What for?" asked Kate and the lady replied, "To look after children"
"Im not that sort of nurse" says Kate, and the women said "Thats fine", handing her some ripped paper with her mobile number on. She then asked Kate for her mobile, but Kate said she didnt have a French phone. The woman turned to one side and started speaking in French to some other person who was on her phone and was talking about Kate, still looking at her all the time.


Anyway thats when the train stopped and we made sure we got away from this cannibal thing before she started sucking on Kates toes (And thats when Kate said "Au Revoir" as our Taxi came to meet us lol)

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The bread n cakes in this city... omg YUM!

After amazing Criossiants, proper coffee and a go on the French pinball machine, we went to see the Eiffel Tower.

Kate with socks >>>

Looking for Eiffels >>>

<<< Found Le Tower

aha! oh mon dieu!
Being cold (It was snowing a little) >>>

The Tower is ok, but you will want food once your there, because its everywhere...

This place looks like the Guildhall walk without any skanks

<<< Monsieur Bod taking some real Coffee
Tasty & Warm
Double Bonuses

Every corner you find a new world >>>

Still a few Christmas Decorations left. Whats nice here, is that even though Muslims and Christians both have their own things going on, they respect each other and live amongst each other peacefully.

Look up and you see the decorations of Christmas

Look at the buchers and its Halal Muslim meat

There are so many different people living in France

that not having any one paticular dominating religion or group means everyone just gets on with their own thing.

The streets are filled also with young men in paticular smoking skunk quite freely. They look happy and arent causing any problems.

Yea it may not look it in any of these pics, but where we actually live, just round the corner is GHETTO land...

Its so bloody expensive and immigration is a big problem as always. The streets are littered with tramps. One asked Kate a question in French, to which her obvious reply was "Walk faster head down", he started shouting something, but I noticed he had a smile on his face. He just didnt want to be ignored and wasnt looking for trouble. We said in French that we dont speak it (If that makes sense?) and he was laughing.

The supermarket had a wheely bin full of out dated foods... Breads, cakes, rolls, everything really. The store boy rolled out the bin (This was at night) and as he tipped all the food in the bin, lil heads popped out from places and tramps ran over to dive in and share the food out. The buildings are pretty impressive on the inside, but there are many people locked out at night. Some may well be dirty rats, but im sure a few of these guys lost their way and became poor...

Found GAME which is good !

Then saw the price tags... Paris have games on sale for 69 EUROS !!!

<<< Here the final meal of the day...

Our chef seen in the background eating was

GIANLUCA !!!

Wow he was the same voice and smile, but French!?

After the meal, I got out our cushty little French wordz book and tried to say Kate would pay as jokes.

I said "Je voudrais payer avec ma femme s'il vous plaît."

When the waiter went off laughing to return with the bar girl, he asked me to repeat it again, but that actually translates to "I would like to pay WITH my wife, please..."

After more Kanansers, we got on the metro to go home... It was quite late by this time. We stopped at a place called Pigalle and I remembered that the Moulin Rouge was at this place, so picking Kate up, and jumping off the train we got to ground level and it was an amazing sight...

We

Every direction you looked were lights! Red ones too! It was the most shadey looking place we'd ever seen, but there was no turning back. This was actually Hell on earth, but the way its laid out was a masterpiece, but one could get in much trouble in this place... 

The word sex was on every single shop for about a mile...

Women walked around wearing, not much...

It was Amsterdam in France!

This must be the safest red light district on the planet (As long as you didn't touch anything)
There were families walking around at night to see the sights. Come on son, lets go down town to see the history of Pigalle and all the pretty whores.


We did get there in the end after ducking under pertruding willys on signposts and beckoning hands between red curtains. There were some dam funny shops and something that looked like a fortune tellers hut, but instead it read "Come in to see the famous Lady girl boy magic Transexual" No idea what sex that is :S

There it was shining from miles away and stood opposite was a giant crowd taking pictures like it was going to vanish any second.

Must admit, if windmills were sexy, this one = Win!

Then we DID go home, eat cake,

and what an amazing toilet seat we have...