Paris

So we ditched the bikes and took a bus to Paris!

And saw the Eiffel tower at night!

And met up with Tara's cool dad.

Always playing so hard to get.

(And um..no...no this isn't us at an Australian bar. In Paris. That would just be inappropriate. We would never do something like that.)

We made a few vain attempts to be cultured tourists.

(as in not go to Australian bars. It's not as easy as it sounds.)

Managed quite well as we walked all the way from Montparnasse to Montmartre. Not as delightful as it sounds, Montmartre is definitely hilly.

Reminded us how much we don't miss biking in "flat" Denmark..

A classic. We were very disappointed as it seemed Nicole Kidman wasn't home that particular day...

Tara was unimpressed. 

Note the extremely French people to the right.

We did find a rather nice door though.

And a rather huge cathedral. But not a single hunch-back, not even any singing gargoyles!

False advertising I say.

Paris is a romantic city. 

.....Padlocks are romantic, right?

Wooawoooa we could pose a bad romaaaaaance 

Once we grew tired of the romance (after half a day) we went underground to the Catachombes. Six million skeletons was enough to freak us out. 

As raw vegans French cuisine didn't really have that much to offer us, apart from awesome little fruit shops everywhere!

French people were like "we're starving - we have no bread!" 

And we were just like "um, well let them eat fruit!"

Gee. Oui.