Weekend in Paris

Spent the weekend in Paris to visit a mate who's doing B-school there for four months. I'm kind of jealous.

London = Smelly. Paris = Not Smelly.
London = Guys who shove in front of you in the tube. Paris = Guys who give way to you.
London = Not that great food. Paris = Gorgeous food.

London has its good points of course, but Paris kicks butt. And it kicks hard.

Came across this CD place on my first night there and picked up two really cool jewels... A scat one that manages to make you smile no matter how dark you feel, and one from Billie Holiday that makes you want to rip your own heart out.

Checked out:
1 - MoMA (Musee de art Moderne): Wall of trumpets, frugal horns and trombones made in blue perspex.
2 - Palais de Tokyo: Flying tape. Tape (looked like it was from a cassette), hoist in mid air by 7 fans.
3 - Eiffel Tower lit up at night. It then goes nuts and goes all sparkly. Don't look at it. It made me want to throw up.

One point that has to be noted is that Paris being romantic is overrated. A city is what you make of it isn't it? And Paris has funky modern art. And great window views. Go there.