Ten days in France ends where it all began - Patisserie Lenôtre. There's not many destinations that can push the Eiffel Tower to number 2 on the day's schedule. This is one of them.
There have been a lot of patisseries under (or increasingly drooping over) the belt since team J00ster last stopped here, but this one definitely takes the cake. Or at least the large, chocolate bon bon.
What a glorious day to stand in a hot, slow moving line for tickets to climb a collection of steel girders.
Don't forget to water the wallpaper dear.
One good thing about the obesity epidemic is that the queue to climb the tower on a broiling hot day is much shorter than the elevator queue.
See, that wasn't so bad. It's hard to boast about epic climbing feats when 5 year old kids are racing past.
Turns out the view is worth every penny. Which by now is probably pretty much all those Euros are worth.
You're a long way from home now J00ster, whichever one you choose. Although Kirghizistan is right up the road if you're interested.
Mei tries really, really hard not to grimace as those sweaty arms approach. This is, after all the city of romance, one has to make some concessions.
Ok, romance over. Now get out of my picture(s).
Rock gives Eiffel the thumb of approval in lieu of the J00ster jump, which around here could end in a crater not a recommendation.
Resting is for the weak. And for those who are too cheap to pay for an elevator.
You mean plants can grow at this altitude? Surely there's not enough oxygen? No Mei, just because you're puffing doesn't mean we're summiting Everest.
A human snake crawls across the sun baked plaza towards the ticket counter. Someone have mercy on them and throw down a bottle of water. On second thought, given the exorbitant cost of eau up here, let's just point and laugh instead.
If Mei thinks these heels are high, she should see the Burj Khalifa gift shop.
Another epic sight conquered. What's next on the list? I mean what's next on the list that TwoPhat hasn't already done? Uhm, I think Shitterton, England and Hell, Michigan are all that's left.
All aboard the Batobus! Apart from having the coolest name on the Seine, the Batobus also offers a good place to kick back for a final circuit of Paris' greatest hits. Unfortunately by the time Rock realized Lenôtre doesn't feature, the gangplank is already on its way up.
Get a cabin you two!
Incoming Batobus, 10 o'clock!
Seems to be the cool place to hang on a balmy spring evening. Which explains why we aren't there.
Dude, there's like 2 directions, upstream and downstream. It can't be that hard. Unless the map is upside down.
The last rays of sun seem to linger a little longer than usual. It's tough to say goodbye to a city this spectacular. Unless your next stop is New York, baby!
Vive la France! That's a wrap folks. Tune in again soon for all the action from the other side of the Atlantic. Until then, au revoir.
There have been a lot of patisseries under (or increasingly drooping over) the belt since team J00ster last stopped here, but this one definitely takes the cake. Or at least the large, chocolate bon bon.
What a glorious day to stand in a hot, slow moving line for tickets to climb a collection of steel girders.
Don't forget to water the wallpaper dear.
One good thing about the obesity epidemic is that the queue to climb the tower on a broiling hot day is much shorter than the elevator queue.
See, that wasn't so bad. It's hard to boast about epic climbing feats when 5 year old kids are racing past.
Turns out the view is worth every penny. Which by now is probably pretty much all those Euros are worth.
You're a long way from home now J00ster, whichever one you choose. Although Kirghizistan is right up the road if you're interested.
Mei tries really, really hard not to grimace as those sweaty arms approach. This is, after all the city of romance, one has to make some concessions.
Ok, romance over. Now get out of my picture(s).
Rock gives Eiffel the thumb of approval in lieu of the J00ster jump, which around here could end in a crater not a recommendation.
Resting is for the weak. And for those who are too cheap to pay for an elevator.
You mean plants can grow at this altitude? Surely there's not enough oxygen? No Mei, just because you're puffing doesn't mean we're summiting Everest.
A human snake crawls across the sun baked plaza towards the ticket counter. Someone have mercy on them and throw down a bottle of water. On second thought, given the exorbitant cost of eau up here, let's just point and laugh instead.
If Mei thinks these heels are high, she should see the Burj Khalifa gift shop.
Another epic sight conquered. What's next on the list? I mean what's next on the list that TwoPhat hasn't already done? Uhm, I think Shitterton, England and Hell, Michigan are all that's left.
All aboard the Batobus! Apart from having the coolest name on the Seine, the Batobus also offers a good place to kick back for a final circuit of Paris' greatest hits. Unfortunately by the time Rock realized Lenôtre doesn't feature, the gangplank is already on its way up.
Get a cabin you two!
Incoming Batobus, 10 o'clock!
Seems to be the cool place to hang on a balmy spring evening. Which explains why we aren't there.
Dude, there's like 2 directions, upstream and downstream. It can't be that hard. Unless the map is upside down.
The last rays of sun seem to linger a little longer than usual. It's tough to say goodbye to a city this spectacular. Unless your next stop is New York, baby!
Vive la France! That's a wrap folks. Tune in again soon for all the action from the other side of the Atlantic. Until then, au revoir.
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