il coûte combien!?!

so i'm sitting in the bar at my parisian hostel, and i just saw what was perhaps the most cliche thing i've seen during my 5 or so days in paris. a couple finish their coffees, stroll towards the bridge over the quai de seine, and make out for a minute or so. yep, definately in paris. well, about 20 minutes out from where all the important stuff is, but still paris... and it wasn't easy to get here.
so here is the long version of how we got here:
- wake up in queens, packed and ready to go.
- walk to subway stop
- take subway to penn station
- take train to newark
- transfer to airtrain to terminal
- get off at terminal B
- head to check in
- my compainion suddenly and randomly falls ill
- at check in desk, we're told my ticket isn't booked
- head to service desk, finally sort out ticket change (that was made like 4 months ago)
- head back to check in, told we can't fly with one of us sick, are given two hours to get our shit together
- board plane after a tense recovery in newark intl bathrooms.
- find out we're not sitting together
- 7 hour flight next to group of german/russians who wont.shut.up + constant turbulence
- get train from heathrow to london at 8am
- finally contact cousin and drop stuff off at her house
- eat KFC
- frantically find somewhere to print bus tix to paris
- board bus to paris from shithole bus terminal at 4pm
- bus to dover 3 hours
- ferry to calais 2 hours
- bus to "paris" 3 hours
- get off at galleni, take metro to real paris after finding atm ("cash machiiiine")
- enter dodgy ass hostel and greet the family of mosquitoes living there.

yeah, sucked. BUT it's fine. i'm in no position to complain. a certain someone else is, however. being violently ill and having to do all that. ouch. props to that.

annnywho. paris is lovely and all that...

the louvre is the BIGGEST f'n museum ever. and i learned something today: i like art... modern art. a million or so paintings featuring jesus, mary and some dude riding a horse to heaven, where millions of flying babies are waving flags and shining yellow light down to earth is not for me. yes, yes, i don't understand, i'm an idiot, totally uncultured and whatnot. but you can't say that one can walk throughout the whole louvre without thinking "man, it's either jesus, or a portrait of some rich aristocrat." having said that, the egyptian, greek, african, etc artifacts and collections were pretty amazing. seeing a 2000+ year old mummy is surreal... oh, and the mona lisa. i have nothing to say about it. because it's just a freaking painting. get over it. take your photo where you stand next to it and put your thumbs up or point to it, and go check out the millions of other more interesting things on offer... the outside of the louvre is possibly even more amazing than what's on the inside. it's massive. it's crazy. yeah.
and i saw l'arc de triomphe and the tour eiffel. but i'm too tired and bored to think of anything interesting to say about them. so in summary, it was a beautiful day in a beautiful city, but 4 euro for a coke is insanity.... frogs.