Down and Vego in Paris and London

Ok, so its been a fairly long time in between posts. But due to popular demand I'm back. (Well, due to Margie's demand really.)

I'm not quite sure what to write about that Margie hasn't mentioned already. We went to Paris for our anniversary, which was great. All rumours about French people being arrogant jerks to foreigners seem to be totally untrue as long as you are put a little effort into speaking French - even if your French is totally appalling. One of the major things that stuck me about Paris was the sheer number of Americans there. Every time we sat down to eat we found we were sitting next to Americans, you could hear them everywhere, and there was one night when a group of very loud Americans in the hotel room next to us just wouldn't shut up until the wee hours of the morning. And we went to Paris in the off season! Just as Melbourne has the highest population of Greeks anywhere in the world outside Athens (apparently) Paris must have the (itinerant) highest population of Americans anywhere in the world outside America.

As Margie has mentioned already Paris was great. That said, like most places in Europe it's not exactly a vegetarian's paradise. At one restaurant when I told the waiter I was vegetarian threw his hands up, exclaimed "Monsieur!"and walked away. Sure he was friendly, and he was doing it as a joke, and he did eventually come back, but as far as I can tell that's pretty much the best you can hope for as a vego in Paris. Upon his return he consulted with the chef and they decided they could cook me an omelette. I accepted, but Margie could see me trying to hid the fall in my expression. I had so many omelettes and other egg based meals in Paris that I was ready to cry if someone kindly offered to whip me up an omelette. Our next trip big trip is damn well going to be somewhere that has an extensive menu of things catering specifically to vegetarians. So that means somewhere like India or......... Well, probably just India.

I think the photo's Margie has put up on flickr show most of the places we went, so I won't go into an itinerary break down, but to sum it all up it was great. And it was nice to go to a city where the majority of people weren't shaped like apples, the teenagers wore more than just hoodies, and there were lots of people walking a variety of friendly looking dogs. The day after our return home to London I was walking along and saw a bunch of fat loud teenagers dressed in hoodies and tracksuit gear walking along at night with their status symbol pit bull and thought "Ah London!"

I think that's probably enough for now. Goodbye people

Ps - Ok, having received some feedback on this post let me just make it clear - I loved Paris. As Margie has said already, if we could speak French and sort Visas we'd move there in a second. I am just having a whinge. It's what I do. I could write about all the good things that happened while we were there, but personally I find tales of amusing misfortune more engaging than tales of pleasant sightseeing times.