When taking the dirty and very smelly metro that roars in every direction, you can tell that Paris is absolutely ginormous. Of course, the accordion & guitar players, tuba & saxophonist or singers make the metro ride seem a little faster.

It would be easy to get lost, but even easier to lose yourself in the showy part of town, called Montmarte. I met up with the boys an we all took the district tour, spotting the Moulin Rouge and walking along Paris' Red Light District- Pigalle- which was a lot classier than in Amsterdam (although we saw it in the daytime).

We continued to see Van Gogh's house and learned about his very unfortunate and unsuccessful lifetime. Next to the cute looking Au Lapin Agile is Paris' oldest Montmarte Vineyard, but with all the dust and pollution from the city, makes it most terrible.

Near the last surviving windmill was La Place Dalida; she was a famous singer that had 3 husbands who all committed suicide. Despite her sorry life, there is a statue of her upper torso where it's good luck to touch one of her boobs...there were guys taking some funny pictures around her portrait!