Bonjooouuuurrrrrrrrr rrr!

After years of eager anticipation, when I finally arrived In Paris(wet behind the ears) I wanted to:

• Sit down at a Saint Germain Café order a Café ole, make my selection from 500 kinds of croissants
  
  
• Have a firey debate on Jean-Paul Sarte's 'The Age of Reason' with a group of rampant existentsialists
  
  
• Be rude to the french before they could be rude to me
  
  
• Compare french opera to italian opera
  
  
• Purchase the Mona Lisa from the Louvre, or at the very least a postcard of it
  
  
• Ride a bicycle through Bois de Boulogne while autumn leaves fall down from the trees
  
  
• Tour the many monuments and attractions dressed in a Napoleon outfit
  
  
• Meet Yves Saint Laurent, then party on with his model friends at Maxim's
  
  
• Spin some wicked tunes to the raging Parisian crowd!
  
  
• Rent a room at Hotel de Crillon, pop a bottle of vintage 1743 Moet and pour it into the river Seine
  
  
• Run along the Champ Elysées in mid traffic, wearing a Jean Paul Gaultier Haute Couture outfit
  
  
• Watch the sunrise through the Arc de Triomphe
  
  
• Leave the city in a civilised manner without shedding a tear.

I didn't have enough time to do all that, so here's what i did:

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