A 12h15m flight from Tokyo to Paris felt like a dream.
Well, I can say it wasn’t really a good trip even though I manage to figure my way to the Eiffel Tower and Musée Du Lourve alone with hell lots of pointing on the map and using this three French word.
Bonjour, Pardon and Merci Beaucoup.
And as for the rest, pure guessing.
I’m sure the next time I visit it will be much better.
Let me pause for a heavily sigh before continuing to a new paragraph.
You probably aren’t interested about what happen but I still wanna ink it down virtually for a self reminder to never make the same damn mistake again.
NEVER EVER WEAR SHORTS IN PARIS AGAIN.
Well, I got myself partially blame for this cos it was about 10°c that day and nobody on the street except me wearing shorts. Shit happens. But I’m glad I’m still alive and safe.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy the pictures.
Stay safe y’all.
(Apologies for the inconsistent image resolution for each post.)