Heaven and Hell.

Ceiling of Hôtel des Invalides.

Napoleon's Notes on The Wealth of Nations!

Here Lies Napoleon.

Fancy.

At La Musée Rodin.
La Pensée...and Evs.

Fist pound avec les trois ombres.
La bourgeoisie de Calais.Such anguish.

La porte d'enfer.

The gates to hell are very detailed.

Who knew a face of stone could be so expressive?

Champs-Elysées.
La Vie en Rose.

So much bling.

Do follow the light at the end of the tunnel.

YAY WiFi!

Success! We have internet.

Time to go picture crazy.

I found this for Tiffy at a vintage store for 3 Euros!

More pics from Centre Pompidou
This sculpture was huge. It's a bride. A really fat one. But there was so much detail! It's ugly/beautiful.

More balls. See balls of steel here.
Inside La Maison d'Hiver
Tiff outside of Pompidou


Le Palais Royale

Louis Vuitton on Champs-Elysées. 엄마꺼 가방 여기서 샀어! 너무 크지?!


Jess, you'd die in this store.

Le Déluge

Bad news first:
Our apartment started leaking from the ceiling and I woke up at 5 in the morning thinking I had fallen asleep outside in the rain.

When the guy came over to check things out, he said, "Urgent?"

Stress levels are supposed to be lower here because Europeans tend to use increased productivity to expand leisure rather than income. But when everybody opts for leisure, who the hell is left to work? Service is so much better in NYC. The "laid back" culture of Europe is stressing me out.

Tiffany expresses things a little more bluntly: "Don't they know that we're spoiled brats?!" [I know one of my New Year's resolutions was to not be a spoiled brat but maybe I have to start that once I return from France?]

We're in a hotel for the night while they fix things up. Merde.

My confidence has also been shot to hell. I'm much more sure of myself when I have the ability to bitch people out. I can do it in English and Korean. Mandarin too, depending on the situation. French, not so much.

But things could be worse...at least people aren't throwing chicken at me. [I'm so sorry that happened to you, n! Boys are stupid.]

Happier adventures from yesterday:

At lunch.

escargot. [see paragraph 6]

Tiff at Christian Louboutin on Rue du Faubourg-Saint-Honoré.

I must have forgotten that I'm not Paris Hilton, because I bought a pair of Louboutin Mary Janes for $600. Or maybe I thought that they would take me home if I clicked my heels together. In any case, I'm returning them tomorrow. Tell me that they're ugly.