P A R I S

Since I can't show you any fun German things for a lil bit I thought I'd catch you up on the Naomi+Alexa Parisian Holiday.

My mind was pretty much made up about mimes, until I saw Caesar here with the looooongest gummiest snot river running down his immobile face. It kinda gave me the chills, like Bach's cello suites plus doorway crackhead sex.....

In Paris, especially the 17th arr where we stayed, there are weird stores where you walk in and some hot schizophrenic Turkish guy has amassed a treasure trove full of the filthiest, cheapest, most random flea market flunkie crap you could ever imagine. It's the best. I went in to find cloth-covered buttons. That's the one thing they didn't have.

This was news to me: It's not cool to go to the Louvre anymore. Alexa told me this, and she is the authority on all things wasp. So don't go. Go to the Musee d'Orsay, though. It's worth it, and the lines (yes, LINES. believe it.) are minimal.

I have this hip problem that I usually remedy with a bunch of Aspirin.......European Aspirin will kick your ass. Do NOT take them with European Diet Pills.

It's dangereux to lose your head.

There it Is. One thing about Paris in the Winter is that the Eiffel Tower gets a special glittery flickering light treatment.

The Clockwork Orange penis sculpture, Palais de Tokyo

Canadians.