So, here I am in Paris. Sunday. Just spent most of the day in the Louvre, then later the Pomidou. At the pompidou, I watched a guy hop the barrier on the 6th floor. He quickly plummeted to the ground floor dead. For a moment I thought it was an ehibit, but reality soon set in from the screams, and later, the sirens. He was led on his back all broken, a spray of blood from his mouth curving the cobbles for about a metre.

Ambulance resucitation followed, then the white veil, and the shower curtain, the red & white tape, and forensics. All this I watched with a morbid fascination directly 6 floors above. Maybe I was the person who he wanted to witness his exhibit. Was he a disgruntled artist? Was my initial thought, until i went to see the exhibits. Maybe he got claustrophobic from the 'guts on the outside' building, and the Man Ray instalations? I guess only he knows.

Anyhow, Paris.

Mona Lisa, tourists, tourism, pantheon dykes! Dykes on BIkes! Couples, male & female couples, families, kissing, lots & lots of kissing couples, Bois de Boulogne camping, prostitutes, transvestite prostitutes, transvestite prostitutes feeling your cock while frisking your pockets. Pain, Pain au chocolate, Jambon et Fromage sandwiches. Lots and lots of shit. Well, you know what they say, 'Where there's brass there's bullshit'. Or, is it the otherway round? The Pantheon was the nicest place to sit and relax. Even with Jizz hanging from the ceiling

How could it not be, with Voltaire, Hugo, Dumas et al relaxing indefinitely behind me.

Well, I guess were playing catch up with this diary. Briefly:

Wales - Tough going.
Bath -

Got drunk with Aussies and Americans, lost my bike lock keys and spent the net morning smashing my lock with a hammer in front of bemused Bathians. Then I met Helen.
Avebury -

Autumn Equinox. Crazy, CRAzY! druid Pagans. was great fun. truly. I miss crazy Andy so much. My tent isnt designed for two people. truly. English landlords are not welcoming as they should be.
Stonehenge - sucks.
Sailsbury - COmplicated, & tragic. My boob. Sorry Helen.
Portsmouth - Vive la France!
Cherbourg - Arrived late. got dunn for camping on a motorway roundabout, by the Gendarmie. Moved on.
Utah beach -

great fun.
Omaha beach - Suicide! GOd! what were the Americans thinking? More on this later.
Bayeux - Long long biased story sewn on a cloth. Source of French pomposity.
The Seine river -

Crossed the bridge from hell to get accross said river. Then crossed another. Factories & Chimneys. Lots of! Then...... Beauty, just around the corner. Visited victor Hugos' house. Was allarmed to learn just how many of the greats lived next door to each other. And there was a kitten...

Rouen. - Nice. Burn Joan, burn.


Paris. -

I fart in your general direction.

Will write more in depth, when I am not paying xxxx for 10 mins. fuckers. Nearly broke. If anyone wants to donate to the cause, then give me a shout.

Later.