Pensées

So I arrived in Paris a few days ago and turned on the radio expecting to hear Chopin or some modern French music. No luck, all I got was Chris Brown. Undeterred in my quest to immerse myself in French Culture, I went to the Basilique du Sacré-Cœur. At the entrance was a street performer. He was one of those people who seems to be a statue, and what music did I here playing from his boombox? "Don't stop till you get enough"! I turned the corner where I enjoyed some "authentic" French Gelato. It gets worse.

I then went to Notre Dame De Paris, one of the most French things in France. A beautiful building no doubt, but right outside its walls? Well perhaps this map can speak for itself. What was fifty feet away from that? A billboard advertising for Prince's Europe tour hanging outside an Italian Coffee house.

Today I am going to the Louvre, which I am not exaggerating when I say it is the pinnacle of French culture. Guess where I will be eating? McDonalds.

All this makes me ask two questions:

When did we invade France?
Whose brilliant idea was it to ask the Italians for help?

And so it begins...

John Wahba will be invading Europe shortly. He will be keeping people up to date on the status of his invasion, and posting French jokes when he so deigns. This is John Wahba, over and out.