Rome: complete. Paris: begun.
Unfortunately cousin and I have fallen ill, her more than me, so we’ve all been trying to recuperate. I bought some throat lozenges at a pharmacy outside our hotel in Paris (which is gorgeous, by the way), and started popping them like candy. BAD IDEA. While I may know some French, I do not know enough to read the descriptions on the back of the pill box, so I went into a small drug induced dizziness while wondering around the Arc de Triumphe. Oops.
Since we got here, we’ve been trying to convince Dad to go to dinner and a show at the Moulin Rouge. Then this conversation happened:
Dad: I don’t know if I want to spend that much money.
Mom: But don’t you want to see scantily clad women dancing the Can Can?
Dad: I already have you to do that for me.
Mom: (laughs uncontrollably)
Me: (sobs uncontrollably)
Despite that little experience, I can already tell that Paris will be my favorite. It’s the city that New York wants to be. The only problem is everyone looks so freaking gorgeous and stylish all the time. I’ll have to step up my game.
Anyway, here are some pics from Pompeii. I tried to experiment a little, but not sure if anything good came from it. Again, comments and criticisms are welcome.
Holy EFF that cement covered human. Yeah, NY tries to fake the pretty, and you just can’t fake the pretty
LOVE that last picture Loren! Good microcomposition!