John's Poem:
I was moved and behooved at the Louvre as I grooved over the artist's delight and plight.
Hot chocolate d'Africain is the signature drink at Angelina"s; we had to check it out before meeting John's daughter there on Saturday!
We walked through the Hotel Ritz in memory of tea there with Pat and Mother in 1982.
Then on to Pigalle, a ride on the finicular up to Sacre Cour. Last time I saw it was when Madelaine and Francois drove us up the hill in 1982. it was at night and I remembered the wonderful view. This time it was in the daylite. In addition to the viewing the beautiful 125 yr old basilica and the vire of all of Paris, we enjoyed the musicians and street entertainers.
The finale of the evening was the performance at the Moulin Rouge. Oh lala! The talent was exceptional - dancing, singing, side shows -And the costumes (and lack thereof) were spectacular- adorning gorgeous bodies! It was all that we expected it to be! Sorry, no photos allowed!
John's Poems:
I felt no distress in the city of Paris,
Til my duresse came from the cancan's state of undress!
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Keep your shirt on at the Moulin Rouge.
Looks like their's is off!
And what beautiful boobs;
Those babes have bare-breasted boobs!
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Location:Louvre, Angelina's, and Montmartre
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