TS says, "Paris is not a city for you, I don't think you will like it if you stay here". "Why? Quite nice what" I quipped. But as usual, the mean mean guy already has an answer to his planned question.
"Because you are reminded that you are short everywhere"
Now, that's a lame joke, but I hope you can see what I mean from these pictures. And of course, it became the joke of the whole trip during more than 20 train trips that we took, I was constantly reminded, "Let's go that way, sortie".
Obviously this guy is your Singaporean "kopi-chiam-lo-ti-guy" (hokkien slang for bread dipped in coffee, a Singaporean way of having bread and coffee) and I can forgive him for his ignorance of the French lingo. But I had my revenge. Notice where the arrow points to in the picture.
On a side note, you can also see how at home tourists in Paris can be. The Lourve Museum does not have a dress code as you can see, despite housing the world's most valuable art pieces. This tourist was wearing those thin fabric slippers from his hotel...he can survive the Museum's marbled floors, but I am not sure how he is going to fare on Paris' cobbled sidewalks. Some painful foot reflexology rocks for him.
We saved Mona Lisa for the last stop for suspense's sake, since it is considered the most famous art work in history. I am no art buff, so I cannot appreciate it, except that I can tell, it is really one art work that defines great artists, looking at the richness of the colours in skin texture in defining softness and depth of the person, (especially through her eyes and smile) as if she is looking and smiling right at you. You can see how hugely popular the Mona Lisa is, from the pictures...
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