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What JR and I didn't seem to understand about Paris is that it is a big city. See, we had just come from Florence, and Tuscany, and then the Cinque Terre, and Provence. (Apologies if it sounds obnoxious, but we were on our honeymoon, and anyway, we were simply coming from much more sedate areas of the world!) Well, our minds just weren't right for the overwhelming city experience. That, coupled with a stunning lack of command of the language had me pretty wigged out. I shot this Metro sign a full two days before JR took the matter of my split left baby toe and those damned flip-flops (plastic, lavender, borrowed) into his own hands and took charge of the Metro-travel situation. To that point, we had walked everywhere we wanted to go, so thank god he braved the ticket booth exchange en français, because we then spent an entire day traveling to and fro and all about town studying the lovely Metro map at every new stop, which came in handy over by Jim Morrison's grave (we had overdosed on "culture" the day before the grave visit). And we also had the pleasure of experiencing avant garde accordion, frantic violin, or Psychotic French Rants at each new stop, not to mention a man dressed in angel wings (you know, the white feathery kind) and a white thong, who I am quite sure we would have missed had we stayed above ground in our travels.