Jake and Mike came to our room and dragged us out to see the Eiffel Tower a block or two away. Its even bigger than I thought and lights up everything. There is a huge lawn in front of it where locals hang out with friends and lovers, playing frisbee with dogs, picnicking, or just relaxing. Some guys there walked by holding a boom box blasting some gangster rap song in French. It was hilarious. Its hard to bring yourself to sleep here sometimes, because you don't want to miss a thing.

We walked around all over town before dinner. I noticed how multicultural they are. There are lots of Vietnamese and Muslim stores, though they seem segregated within the city.

France is more expensive than Spain. Wine is cheaper than soda or water here! So for lunch I had a glass of sweet white wine. It was good and three others in the group ordered it too after I announced I wanted that particular type.

Senora's incredibly nice Belgian friend, Bernie, spent the day with us. She seems very proud of her boob job. I guess Belgians can be just as superficial as Americans.

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