Freedom, Beauty, Truth, and Love!

Imagine looking out the window of your sixth story hostel window and in the distance, situated perfectly between buildings is the Eiffel Tower. Then imagine walking the 3 miles to the Eiffel Tower, decide to take the stairs up, and look out over the city. Later, you see the Moulin Rouge (just the outside....a show is FAR too expensive), conveniently located down the street from your hostel, and make your way to the Lapin Agile, also right down the street. The lightning starts and the thunder is rolling. You don't know exactly where you are going as drops begin falling, and you know you have about three minutes before it starts pouring. You make it over a hill and finally see your destination. As you run down the hill, the door opens and a man takes your money, pulls back a red curtain and whisks you into an intimate room, occupied by about 40 other people, all watching a woman singing traditional French music while accompanying herself on the accordian. You hear the drops pounding on the ceiling. As the night progesses, free drinks are brought to you, and the cabaret acts change about every twenty minutes. Later you realize that you are indeed the only two english speaking people in the whole place. You laugh, you cry, you realize that this is perhaps the most fun you have had all trip. This is real, raw, rare. A true Parisian experience. And that was just our first day.

Today we went to the Catacombs. Miles of floor to ceiling human bones far underground. Incredible. I also had my first taste of Absinthe. Brussels tomorrow.
PS, We also ate a lambs head.
-Brandon