On The Way To SNW Europe

Not that Frankfurt is not a fantastic place, but having been a few times, I decided to come early and spend the labor day weekend in Paris, where my lovely wife and I have not spent all that much time.  We are staying in Versailles at the suggestion of fellow ESG'er and world traveler, Paul Myerson.

Versailles is fab.  Perfect French suburb.  Outrageously expensive.  One cannot get a taxi to save ones life.  Tres bien.

Not to sound absurd, but the French fries are magnificent.  They come with pretty much every meal we have had (and while I did see 2 McDonald's today, no, we have only eaten in places where there have been no burgers, at least that I can tell) and they must do something to the oil, because they are really good.  I know it sounds stupid, French fries and all, but they are really something.  I can't wait to try the French dressing.

Observation - apparently the French are cold.  Everyone either is wearing a sweater or a scarf, or has one draped around their neck (males only, apparently).  It must be 75 degrees here.  Sweater and scarf stores must make a ton of money. I have yet to see a beret, except on someone who clearly was from New Jersey.  Today, Sunday, every other person we saw had a straw basket with a loaf of bread sticking out of it, and i'm fairly confident they were not doing it simply because I was in town.  You are apparently supposed to get wine with every meal, including breakfast.  Rose is preferred prior to the afternoon, and it's good.  It's not the Gallo gallon of pink sweet crud, it is really quite dry and tasty.  Provence is where they make it, which must be in this country somewhere.  The cheese has been quite good also, though I feel it could become a problem shortly. 

Service is a tad like Italy, where the only one in a rush ever seems to be me.

I have witnessed more Lamborghini's and Ferrari's as every day street cars today than in any city I have ever been in.  They must have a lot of dough in France.

The Louvre is magnificent, but way too big.  My feet are killing me.  The Eiffel tower is really, really, tall, and it's brown, which I didn't know.

My wife, who is a 6 foot blond stunning lady, has had more traffic stopping stares than when we were in the middle of China.  My international ego is now immense. 

More from Germany soon, and some might even be IT related.  Au revoir.