France: Part 2

Ah, remembering France. I loved it there. The flight was nice, I loved the seats. Once we got settled, we went to the Arc De Triumph. Our hotel was walking distance from the Arc, so we walked through the cold, tourist filled streets. We walked down the street to the giant round-about. Right in the center was the Arc De Triumph (told you it was big). We went across a few streets, going around the round-about, until we found what we were looking for. It was a tunnel that went under the street so you could go to the Arc without disrupting traffic. Well! LOL, JK. We went through the throngs of people to the Arc, and it was actually smaller than I thought. They had an eternal flame for the little midget dude, what's his name...? Napolean, yeah that's it. It was cold that day, so we kinda stood around the flame to keep warm... It was cold, ok? Once we got done looking at the Arc, we went to Pizza Hut. A familiar name, so familar food, right? WRONG. We got back to the hotel room, and opened the pizza lid, expecting pizza. We got pizza, but the cheese was barely there, their italian sausage was cut into slices (ew), and the whole thing was burned. We did the right thing the next day: we went to Mickey D's. It was tricked out! You know how the USA is also just starting to get cafes in McDonalds? They had that, and the Mickey D's was two stories, overlooking the street. It was cool. Later stories coming TOMORROW.