Ooh la la...... working in Paris

I don't usually get dragged out into the public eye very often, but when the company is desperate they send me out to set up and network the exhibitions at the venues.

I was given a choice of Paris or Zurich so opted for gay paree as I figured it was easier to run away home if it all went tits up

Arrived in Paris to torrential rain and ended up walking around for about an hour trying to find the venue location (office had given me some vague instructions along the lines of '2 The Grey Building, somewhere in Paris').

Finally found it, but can't say the architecture was particularly welcoming. Not sure what the significance of a fungal fingernail was

Started to look up though when i found it and the first shop I came across was Decathlon...and habitat..and a nice little designery type shop that sold 6ft red staffies and spaniels in wellies. Just what I was looking for...

Spent all day Tuesday stuck at venue, which resulted in a lot of pictures of a big arch

So here is the big arch

Some posh shops and stores overall, these Parisians are famous for the impeccible dress sense, but I have found their secret....

Really...?!

(actually woman at the front looks like she has no trousers on)

Finished work about 7pm and tear arsed across Paris on the metro. First stop was the Arc de Triomphe. I forgot how many bloody steps it was...

Nice shiny telescope

Quick photo opportunity and back down the steps,jump on the metro and do the mandatory trip to Eiffel

Couldnt fit it all in the picture

Doing his lighty up bulb things



And the usual 'Bggr keep forgetting the video can't be portrait style...'



Was a bit weird but there was a rabbit visiting Eiffel. He had brought a packed lunch with him and everything. Is nice to know that wildlife likes to take time out travelling too. Although I thought asking for money was a bit low, I'm sure he could have got some bar work

I was going to dive into the local 'subway' and get a sandwich and bottle of tango, but decided to embrace this travelling lifestyle. So I sat outside a restaurant and had pasta and beer just by Eiffel. I'm sure I looked the part but I got bored shitless reading the same map for an hour, and staring at people over the top of it for something to occupy the time.

Back to the hotel. Thought this was a poor example of telegraph pole workmanship...

Looks more like something i would do to support a tarp, not hold up a few thousand volts (looks like the dog that went past wasnt impressed either judging by the wet patches)

Next morning I got up early (and flashed my tits to the workmen across the road as I didn't realise the curtain was open and there was a building site opposite) Donned sunglasses and a disguise and went off to explore around Montmartre area.

First off the Sacre Cour. What you cant see are the hoards of Nigerians trying to sell you handbags with bows on them, just on the steps. Seriously I wouldnt buy a hangbag in Coventry market, never mind here

Climbed the steps to the top and looked at the info board to see what the marvellous views were all around me

Unfortunately it was a bit hazy and I couldnt even see to the bottom of the steps

Proceeded to walk round the back streets in search of Montmartre cemetery. It had a few famous dead people there and seemed like a good idea

Was pretty impressive and only for the wealthy obviously

Harry Potters family space ship

You get a map in the office that shows where the famous people are buried. I had actually only heard of 2 of them, so it wasnt going to be a long visit. First off is the famous 'Alexandre Dumas'. Who....well....everyone knows....of course...well...he....ummm....yes yes, he is on the cover of my Kindle!

Anyway I looked for him for about 15 mins and couldnt locate his grave

Its one of these...

I did find someone else at the graveyard and asked them where he was. They explained that he wasn't there at the moment (not quite sure how he had gone anywhere else, as a rotting corpse is going to look a bit out of place on the metro) but that his bastardized son was still buried here. Anyway I couldn't find either of the bastards.

Next celeb was the painter 'Degas'. I managed to find him as he has a picture on the front

He did lots of famous pictures of mostly ballerinas and women with their tits out. I could have modelled for this one, it's nice that he had some artistic interest in porkers

I thought this was a match 'made in Macdonalds'

Onwards to the Moulin Rouge and the tube back to La Defense

Time on the metro back to polish up on my French. This translates to 'Something something something in the door. Risk of a fairy princess in a castle'. Not quite sure what the criminal rabbit signifies though

Returned home on plane later the same day (was v good as I got the window seat both ways. Is usually an argument if I go with family)

And finally a word from the cabanots.....

Having gone through our Human chaffeurs pictures we were delighted to see that she was considering buying us our very own pop up. We were very excited debating as to whether we would be getting the Armadillo...

Hold on, hold on top shelf! A more subtle beige number???

Think of the time Jimmy will save pitching one of these!!

Soooo with baited breath we got our pressies!! Yayyy!

What is it, what is it???

:(.....So a replica Eiffel Tower....

And of even less use, our very own Arc De Triomphe...

Although we may have found a use for the tower, should the bell pole ever break...

Au Revoir!