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Arab Hoochies

Dinner on the Champs Ellyses tonight and one thing is painfully clear: Arab women like to cut lose in Gay Paris!

These are my notes from the first night, as we walked down the Champs Elysees:

  • Sephora was like a clown-car for Arab women. Hundreds of them streamed out, arms full of Lancôme bags.
  • The Montecristo Cafe is ground central for gulf Arab bon vivant in Paris. Every table had a hookah and 10 liberated Arab women.
  • The Burberry scarf-cum-hijab is the de facto uniform for the moms and Chanel scarfs around the head were the fallback for the ones really going all out and not adhering to the hijab.
  • ALL the women wore more makeup than Jon-Benet Ramsey, and most of them wore eye makeup like Amy Winehouse
  • Apparently perfume is frowned upon in the gulf. I’m guessing there was a cumulative of 1 gallon of Chanel No.5 worn within 3 blocks of the Montecristo.

I know this is a potentially controversial post. Keep in mind I’m not making any value judgments; I’m merely observing (hopefully respectfully).

Midnight at the Trocadéro

This is Liz and I around midnight last night.  It was a very long day, but the view made it all worth it!

Get Something Going

We have a friend, Zeo, who collects citizenships like most people collect watches. He was just granted French citizenship (his wife is Parisian).

While having lunch at a cafe overlooking the Seine, Liz informed me that Zeo & I need to “get something going in Paris” so she can do this every day.

Sleep Deprivation

When the subject of jet lag came up many of the more advanced travelers that we call friends suggested that the best way to beat it is to just power through the first day.  That’s what we did.  It’s bed time now (11:30 p.m.), but we’ve had a very busy day.  A brief overview:

  • A 10 minute dash from FiDi to SFO
  • A 4.5 hour flight to Chicago, which was experiencing thunderstorms
  • A 30 second layover in Chicago where I was accosted by a Francophone American for having the audacity to stand next to my wife in line to board the plane.
  • An extremely pleasant ride across the pond with a cabin at 1/3rd capacity.  The attendant staff were extremely attentive and jovial.
  • A virgin ride on the Paris Metro from the Etoile to the Louvre (amazingly efficient).
  • A not-so-mad dash through the Sully wing of the Louvre for the all the goodies one is supposed to see.  My favorite was the room behind the Mona Lisa.  It’s an absolutely amazing red and gold leaf dome(?) that I’ll post about later.
  • My first Parisian cafe experience at a place halfway between the Louvre and Notre Dame (Pont du Neuf).
  • A leisurely stroll through the Musee d’Orsay.
  • More cafe life in Saint Germain, this time at Les Deux Magots (hope that doesn’t mean what I think it does).
  • More strolling the streets and stopping to drink here and there
  • A cab to the Trocadero to see the Eiffel Tower glittering at night

That’s all for now.  Elf needs sleep badly.

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