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My friend Andrea is an American student who's finishing up her time in Paris in a month or two, so she's made a project recently of taking in a bunch of Paris sights before she heads home, and she's been kind enough to invite me along for a lot of stuff. Hence our mostly-pointless trip to La Defense last week, wherein we were rewarded with a giant thumb. Yesterday, I joined Andrea for a tour of Le Musée des Égouts de Paris — that is, The Paris Sewer Museum.  Manning Leonard Krull (left), Jean Valjean. Here's me, either just before or just after throwing the devil horns; the Paris sewers have never rocked harder than when we two glamorous Americans were down there. Something I should have thought of: the sewers are maybe not the best place for a germaphobe like me. My roommate Lada made fun of me before I went out yesterday, "You are wearing a suit and tie to the sewers?" Hey, it's all part of the plan. It turns out the sewer tour winds around under Paris and spits you out in right in front of the ( Eiffel Tower... ) 10 Comments | Comment on this
I woke up at five o'clock this morning and couldn't get back to sleep. (What on earth am I going to wear?)
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