Two huge disco-colored cars are parked in front yéyé Church. To show my disapproval, I launched into a song traditional Parisian. "Species bands tourists immigrants who spoil the landscape and our tranquility, Hey ho ... "
Pal me then slides as Stockholm I am at best a provincial tourist at worst a long time. Yeah, but I do not park my bus in front of the monuments to photograph! I swear, it boggles the mind ...
Because of the beautiful weather, the charming company, and consequences acclimatization Swedish several months, I am temporarily unable to moan. We enjoy the sun and Gamla Stan.
Old Town
Old Town (bis)
La ville est décidément étonnament vide pour un dimanche ensoleillé.
Tourists take pictures in thongs the inscription placed above the portal. " Fürchtet Gott den König Ehret. (Fear God! Pay tribute to the King!) We would like to explain that it means that the heathen infidels in shorts eventually all hell impaled on pikes to roast for the rest of their death; only they look Russian, and we do not want trouble with the KGB.
Jakobskyrkan
As it's been a while since I have not bitched , I rant a bit against the speedboat that comes to wave and miss my pictures.
View Strandvägen. (Boats that conceal -)
Girlfriend, she also finds it like beaver crushed . We head to Vita Berget. Presuadée I have a bulb the size of a fried egg in the left foot. Given the approach of girlfriends, it does not seem in better condition.
We finally decide to move towards Kommendörsgatan and the French Institute for watching election night. We're at around 19:30, we were greeted by (obviously) Socialist supporters (obviously) not very happy ... "It does not feel good" they say. "I would say that for some, it smells like Roissy. (obviously) I'm the only one to find it funny. Good. The director of the Institute has announced that some will lose, others win, but neither of spite or to celebrate, we have the right to hit us. Anyway, my girlfriend and were already too tired.
At 20 hours, we learn that the heart of France beats officially right. Crazy crazy with joy or pain (this blog is apolitical) , and our strong sense of direction legendary, we deceive completely on the way home.
And do not even have the strength to moan .. .
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