Tonight Mum and I went off to the Moulin Rouge in Paris. It was not too far from our hotel but Mum was not up to walking it so we caught a taxis. We were herded in like cattle to a table right on the edge of a pathway for all the stewards to bring drinks back and forth. Our table was so small but they crammed 6 of us on the table with our bottles of cheap German Sparkling wine. The place was packed to the rafters with people and those who had payed quite handsomely for their meal tickets got the best seats. Mind though I did have a good view from my seat. Once the show started it was incredible i must admit. I thought the dancers were a little lazy and not much energy was being expelled at the start of he show but as the routines followed on they started to look a little better. there were a couple of guys which were second hand but I ca see they were just brought on for their looks alone as they couldn't dance well.
Sitting waiting for the show to start. we couldn't take any pic of the show but we did buy a program, which cost 10 euros, $20 bucks.
Mum and Lita standing outside the Moulin Rouge after the show. It was really busy and getting a cab was crazy. We walked up the road for a while and that is when all hell broke loose as the Columbians had won the football. I drank some Sambuca with a guy as we walked past and then we managed to get a cab. It was difficult with Mum not being able to walk too fast and also she got all mixed up with he way the traffic flows. So I finally flagged one down and we went off to the hotel and collapsed in bed.
I ad been a long day as we had just travelled to Paris that morning, checked into the hotel gone out to have a quick bite to eat and find a bank, got ready and went off to the show.
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