So I'm in Paris, that's for sure. Right in the middle of the Eiffel Tower to recognize it easily ISTS. Trappings and just as many tourists are in the middle, the middle again I am. But somehow it was different from planned to sit as spring warmth, sun and drink beer.

Instead, gray rain clouds, bitter cold, Siberia! Marvel shivering remnants of the Sun King (I think, have seen how the police on a large plastic bag is disposed of Luvre!) And Eiffel Tower from below, Gapes with a neon sign "limited visibility". Boating, eating Indian, beglotzt a tourist of tourists. And ask yourself is ...

Who built all the stuff around here, where is the monument to workers? Is the heart of France on BAROKE elegant appearance of the French bourgeois (in itself!) Debt? Do I really ne new camera, where it seems anything and everything is photographed thousands of times? Is the world economic crisis (tm) to blame for the cold? When am I doing here? = When is Spring? = Where is spring?

Too many questions, drum facts. I'm going tomorrow with my loved ones (which I meet in Paris, aha) to Nantes, and shall be looking to spring. Exactly. It's wonderful!