Seeing that monument, seeing it explode in sparkles on the hour, going to the top and looking over Paris, laying in the grass surrounded by Parisians and tourists and weird men selling "Beer,Champaign-yuh, Ceegarette." It was all so charming. Those men never ran out of drinks either---then the mystery was solved when we saw one pull a bunch of bottles out of a nearby tree!
I swear I loved every dog in Europe,especially this hound. He sat there patiently for over an hour, never moving.
Views from the top.
Flippin doll face
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