If you are not lusting after a fuscia replica, you're better off walking to the river and following the Seine to the Musee D'Orsay, formerly a rail station in the grandest of styles, and now home to the world's largest collection of impressionist paintings.
Lots of spiraling skies and floating undraped nymphs, all masterpieces. Watching the lookers, we are more convinced than ever that we are all tormented and all aroused, though some of us like to pretend otherwise.
One other thing we have learned is how to park a Smart. They all do it this way.
Europeans are more comfortable in close quarters than Upper Turkeyfooteans.
