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Day 2 ... City of Light?


We realized something today. Paris is dark when you wake up at 8 AM and it gets dark when it's about 3 in the afternoon. The city has light for about 5 or 6 hours a day.

It should be called the City of Dark.

But light or dark ... this place is really cool (actually it's pretty "cold" for a cool place). Magnifique! I mean it ... The food rocks and the people are attractive and skinny (which by the way kinda ticks me off since they eat a lot of bread and butter and pastries and drink all day long). Must be either good genes or they smoke themselves skinny.


So ... Let's get back to a basic question: How the heck did Paris get the name City of Light???




Answer: Paris was nicknamed the "City of Light" (not City of Lights as some people think it's called) originally because it was a vast center of education and ideas during the Age of Enlightenment. 


In 1828, Paris began lighting the Champs-Elysées with gas lamps. It was the first city in Europe to do so, and so earned the nickname "La Ville-Lumière" or The City of Light.

God ... I love Google!

Well ... no more gas (except in the water bottles). It's all electric ... and what a sight.





 From the blue lights in the park....


... to the lights on the museums ....

.... and the hotels ....

... and up and down the Champs-Elysées ...

... and the Arc de Triomphe ...


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Okay ... I have to change the subject  ... we just stopped at a great Brasserie and got the dessert to die for ... take a look at the Profiteroles au chocolat. 

I gotta tell ya ... if I lived here there is no way I could fit in my FAT pants. I would need FATTER pants ... How do they do it? Why isn't Paris fat???




Hold on ....


THERE IS A GOD! 

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