So I’m standing next to the Mona Lisa… just doesn’t roll off the tongue like hanging out with Jimmy Carter does.

Anyhow, I woke up this morning bright and early and said: “to the Louvre!” So I walked across the street and got in line

Ok, so I’m 3 people ahead of some Harvard type, a legend in his own mind. Have you ever been subjected to someone who really does not have anything substantive to say about anything, but will not shut up? Like if you told the guy you climbed Mt. Everest, he’d say, yeah, that’s pretty high. Luckily he wasn’t talking to me, or I would have stabbed myself in the ear with a pencil.

The Louvre rocks man, it is too good for words. I don’t consider myself an art lover, more like an art really-liker, but man, you can’t not like the Louvre. Unless of course, you don’t like lines, crowds, or walking. In which case, stay home and kill yourself, thus keeping alive the sentiment, you can’t not like the Louvre!

So I’m off this afternoon to the Tulip Garden, which is across from the Museum. It has a very similar feel to Central Park.

I’ve already had better food in one day than all days in Dublin, but unfortunately, the people are still very… how do you say… French.

I walked along the Champs-Elysées, where if you turn one way, you see the Arc de Triumphe and the Eiffel Tower, and the other way is the Louvre. Not too shabby.

I haven’t decided what to do later on, I guess you’ll all just have to wait until tomorrow to find out.

P.S. And to some Zod who will remain nameless - No, I didn’t wear the Bite Me t-shirt in the Louvre, only because I mistakenly left it at home. But if it is any consolation, I wore the New York Fuckin’ City t-shirt inside St. Patrick’s Cathedral in Dublin last week. I could hear God laughing.