Good morning starshine, the earth says hello!

It's crazy to think that I had already gotten used to the french keyboards but appears so. This is my first English keyboard for awhile and I'm finding it a little difficile! That's a kind of irony.
Last night we got some groceries with which to fashion our picnic out of, (bought some "double caramel" magnums, which I assume is the closest thing to egos... we haven't eaten them yet, but once we are finished here we will most definitely will!) We made our sandwiches at the hostel and packed the chocolate biccys and the solitary nectarine that I bought and headed for Champ de Mars. It was packed on the metro, go figure, right? We found a nice little spot that wasn't as crowded as Champ de Mars, but still right near the Eiffel Tower and set ourselves up there. It was appropriately outside the youth centre of information. We sat and waited for the show to begin - entertaining ourselves with various things (A lot of Charlie et La Chocolaterie quoting was going on.) At about quarter to eleven it began. It was amazing. It went for half an hour (that might be an exaggeration - I wasn't actually watching the time much)and obviously had lots of blue, red and white fireworks and then green and yellow for Brazil. (It's the year of Brazil in France, there's a whole lot of random things about it.) They had some crazy fireworks... at one point they had one firework that was like the beat of the drum - perhaps the fireworks are to designed to reflect war? Afterwards we started to head in some direction... it was the direction that looked less crowded than the other one. Unfortunately, it turned out to be not entirely true. The streets were ridiculous, cars could not move and the people were very slow moving. Eventually it got better. I decided that it was imperative for me to visit Place de la Concorde on Bastille day - because that is where the Bastille used to be and it would be some kind of blasphemy, surely. So, I convinced Bianca to walk there and we went towards the Seine. We passed Champ de Mars on the way and it was full of drunken youngins enjoying themselves in any way possible. There was even a Gendarme taking pictures of this and the Eiffel Tower. Shouldn't he be protecting the streets or something? Security was everywhere though - I didn't expect any less. Walking along the streets near Champ de Mars was almost poignant - litter was everywhere, there was smoke hovering in the air from the firecrackers and there were motorbikes everywhere - it resembled what I imagine of a post-apocaplyptic kind of world. I wonder if there is a lesson in that?
We made it to Concorde and I took a patriotic picture in front of the obelisk. I started singing "Do You Hear The People Sing?" but Bianca got all pissy at me so I sang it quietly. I did it for you Channing and Rebecca, I know you would've joined in! We saw a blue flinging thing in the distance and I was curious so we headed towards it. There was a fair think going on at the Jardin de Tulieres near the Louvre. I thought that we should go on something so we went in the Funhouse and it was incredibly hilarious. Worth the 3 euros, definitely. There was many movies alluded to. Anchorman "I'm in a glass case of emotion!" and I Heart Huckabees "There's glass between us!" and of course Grease. Then we trekked home. It is interesting to note that we pratically took the exact same route that we took to get to the Eiffel Tower the other day. We closed the circle. We collided with the entrance of the others in our room. They had been on the hill near Sacre Coeur and had completely missed the fireworks. We sat and chatted with them for a while until we all got so tired we had to collapse. There was a girl who knew a lot of Aussie phrase because she had met so many... why do I keep meeting Americans?!! This morning we got up and said "Let's go to the Musee D'Orsay" and so we did. Not before stopping off at a Tabac of course. I'm very glad I'm not a smoker because if I bought ciggarettes the amount of times I have been to a Tobacconist on this trip I would be watching my money be sucked into a black hole. We had coffee too, and there was a chess game going on beside us. At one point the guy starting whistling "Brazil". Now, we said something about playing chess the other day and I have had "Brazil" stuck in my head since I talked to someone about that Terry Gilliam movie. *Twilight Zone music plays* Isn't dat vierd??! Anyway, the Musee D'Orsay was cool, but not amazing, didn't blow me away really. It's always cool to have paintings that you know sneak up on you and go "Boo! I'm in a museum!" I saw beaucoup de Degas (or as I heard one American pronounce it "day-gas"), Van Gogh, Monet, Manet, Toulouse Lautrec, Renoir... all the impressionists. Plus other cool things - Rodin, "Olympia", that painting that Dali played with many times. It was pretty cool. It also introduced me to the Art Nouveau architecture... and now I want a room like that.
Then we came here. I don't know what we are planning to do tonight or tomorrow... Eat Magnums. Maybe I'll suggest going to the movies again because that was a fun experience! We might go to London for a little... or perhaps Normandy. Bianca kind of wanted to go to Amsterdam because so many people we have met were going there next but Amsterdam doesn't hold much for me other than the prospect of meeting Pieter Van Den Hoogenband. We are still enjoying being able to take our time with things though, it makes it much more of a relaxing holiday, so we will see what happens... our whims have taken us good places so far!

I'll see you again once I've had my magnum!