In Paris with a bump

London was great.. So easy to get around on the tube and lots to see. We went to the Tower of London and then walked over to St. Paul's Cathedral. That place is just so wow.. I've always wanted to go to a real crypt and imagine body liquor forming in the tombs beneath the stones... You can thank my anthro years for that! Then Lauryn and I braved climbing to the dome... Let's just say by the time I got to the top with a fifty pound backpack, I was cooked... Overdone, charred, burnt, ashes. I almost didn't make it down.
After that we got on our Paris bound train and observed the French peeps... The women are simply gorgeous. No makeup, just pouty lips and great skin. Getting on the metro was a whole different pickle from London. We needed photos for our tickets and Lauryn somehow managed to print the worlds largest photo of herself. She is pure head on her Cart Orange metro card. It only took me 20 minutes and 20 bewildered French folk to figure out how to get me through the ticket passy thingy. When we finally got here after walking the worlds longest and most diverse in every way imaginage street, I somehow managed to drop a metal cage door on my head and immediately went to the nearest restaurant and put an ice cold bottle of coke on my new bump. Which meant I sat down to my first French meal with coke sitting on top of my dome.
Three advil later and I'm in my cubby hole hostel bed. Goodnight!! Never let me stay up for 29 hours straight again!!!