My brother gave up writing for his blog after he quit updating his blog daily, so most of the time he just upload the hell load of picture without explain it, that leaves me, in which I wrote too much that even it could be TMI.
But, you know what, I'm going to write about it anyway, why? Because fuck you, that's why!
After a hell lot of passing hours to reach Heatrow airport and all its security check, we'd finally arrived to Paris. My first thought of Paris when we arrived there was; "woah, its damn dirty city!" probably because of the rain and there was a lot of falling leafs, not to mentioned all of the building are made fairly around 17th to 18th century.
After Checking in to Hotel and emptied our bags, my bro brought me to Notre Dame since they have souvenirs Shops nearby. I found the Crypte Archéologique; a huge and haunting space extending 80m under the shadow of Notre Dame Cathedral and an intriguing attraction. My favourite place but my brother didn't like scary stuff so it was cross off from the my list to see in Paris.
The next day we get our Museum pass; its an awesome pass that allowed you to enter more than 40 museum just by showing the damn thing.
First stop was Louvre and the inside was one the thing that I will never forgot, I could smell the old painting and building, the well-architect structure and fragile wall, I feel like converting my nationality to work here for the rest of my life!
That's my bro with our daily breakfast; croissant with smoked Salmon
Taken from my bro's blog post
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Then we went to Arc de Triomphe where it was actually allowed to go in and we showed our Museum pass, strictly we were told not to bring 40kg stuff. I didn't know why but as I entered there was stairs and I'm fucked! Seriously, I was tired enough walking from the Concorde to the Arc and additionally to the the Top?
The stairs led to the upper part of the Arc and I was tired as hell when I reached the top! My legs was tremble with cruel winter and fatigue on my legs, then there another stairs that led to the top of the Arc and it was like a moment of victory~
The number of stairs is fuckthatshitIalmostdied!
The second rules probably said: no being naked, I understand the feeling, you're on the top of the Arc de Triomphe after walking to fucking long stairs and you want to celebrate it somehow...
The following day we visited the lovely Eiffel Tower but we didn't went up as we need to hurry up wrap our tour for our next train to London in the evening. Finished our last shopping I bid farewell to Paris
Thank you Paris, hope to see you again
Fucken' awesome.
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