Window Shopping in Paris

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Kongo isn’t really a shopper.  Mrs. Kongo, on the other hand, has honed this skill to a fine art but even she was a bit overwhelmed with the shopping opportunities and wide variety of things designed to dazzle and tempt even those that have everything.  While walking around one day, Kongo snapped some photos of some of the fun things available on the streets of Paris. Continue reading

Monkeys at Versailles

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Kongo rode the train out to Versailles today.  Another drizzly, cool, wet day but once you get inside the palace (an hour wait in line) it was awesome, despite the crush of crowds.  Kongo can now say he has been to Versailles but it would be difficult to characterize his visit as having “seen” Versailles.  The crowds were just too thick.  The one good thing about the chateau, however, is that some of the most fantastic artwork is on the ceilings and even with huge crowds you could always just look up and be fascinated.  Of course you need to be careful about walking and looking up as Kongo ran over a few hapless monkeys in front of him and one poor bloke with a broken leg in a wheelchair (a bad day to visit for him I think) who’s painful encounter with Kongo will long be remembered. Continue reading

Moulin Rouge

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The Cabaret Monkey joined a thousand or so of his best friends last night to take in the high kicking, dazzling, amazing, funny, and altogether over-the-top venue at the famous Moulin Rouge (Red Mill) in the heart of the Paris red light district. Continue reading

Vampires in Paris

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Since Kongo arrived in Paris on Thursday he was followed by a troop of young girls (virgins he supposed) with long canine teeth and braces. They were always waiting for him at the hotel entrance, crowding about and pushing. Kongo was embarrassed about all the extra security the hotel had to put on to keep all the little vampires in knee-high boots from crashing inside. They hung around outside the entrance to the hotel just below Kongo’s suite around the clock. Sometimes they got fired up and would chant something akin to an American cheerleading song.  Kongo doesn’t speak French but he could well imagine what they were saying: “Hey, Hey, who’s our guy?  We want the monkey, don’t be shy!” or words to that effect.  Turns out, Kongo had completely misread the situation.

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