THE PARIS JOURNALS THIRD ENTRY December 20

Folks, the Eiffel Tower is one of those things that the imagination just can’t do justice to. It’s frickin’ huge. This did not end up being an obligatory visit to an iconic setting, it was a sight to behold and I did my share of beholding.
I don’t know why I love riding the Metro so much. Perhaps its because in the SF Bay Area we have the most pathetic subway system known to man, or woman. In the Paris Metro, as in the London Underground, you don’t have to wait 15 minutes if you just miss a train. For that matter you’d probably feel ill used waiting much over five minutes. Here’s another feature: it’s clean. These are not the trash cans on wheels we have back home.
We were taken on a tour by two 20 something Parisians; the missus had arranged it all online. Among our stops was a huge open air market with the most incredible array of fresh fruits and vegetables you can imagine. They also had fish stands that left me drooling.
Just watched a French telly program called Les Francause Le Plus Extraordinaire. Weird French people compete to be declared the weirdest. Least ways that’s how we read it. Everybody’s got their goofballs.
Liberté, égalité, fraternité and typical TV silliness.
Cute.