I've since returned, but I wasn't supposed to be in Paris the first time ... but my connecting flight's WHEEL FELL OFF!!! Well, before takeoff anyhow (I suppose it's much better that way.) So Air France made me stay in some dirty hotel an hour away from Paris. I had about 2 hours of sunlight to take the Metro to the Seine River. I suppose in hindsight, it was worth it to  be kidnapped by Air France ... but Mrs. Klaff wasn't too pleased about my enthusiasm as I dragged her through the streets of Paris speaking with my terribly fabricated French accent.  

 

WHAT THE HECK, AM I IN A TIMEWARP? IS THAT? CAN'T BE ...

 
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