Day 16 - Dublin

- Paris was cold. And wet. And yet still lovely. Even the people weren't mean, which was a complete shock. I mean, the guy selling tickets at the Metro certainly had an absence of nice, but he wasn't overtly mean.

- You can get a bottle of wine for $2 in Paris. And not "Le Night Train," either. Good times!

- So, one of Alan's only memories of Paris from when he was little was getting a hot dog at the Eiffel Tower. It was a footlong hot dog in a hollowed out baguette (with ketchup and everything!) and it blew my eight-year-old mind. So when I saw "Le Hot Dog" -- almost as good a translation as the ad for "Les Monster Trucks" on the subway -- on the menu yesterday, I couldn't resist. And lemme tell you -- it was FANTASTIC. The list of French food that Alan will eat now looks like this: 1) Mayonnaise, 2) Creme Brulee, and 3) French Hot Dogs. Well done, Pierre.

- Safe and sound in Dublin now. Off to find the leprechauns.

A&S