Punk parisian boys were spitting into the air blowing thing in front of the Moulin Rouge, and some landed on my husband’s jacket while we were sitting there. If you know Paul, then you know he could’ve flipped out at the fact that someone else’s fluids were anywhere on his things. He covers his drinks if someone around him coughs for heaven’s sake…

So, he walked up to them and started asking for their jackets, pants, euros, anything to make them realize he was upset at their shenanigans. They were tattling on their friend who did it, saying to take his watch or belt. Hopefully, they got the idea that they can’t just do stuff like that and have no repercussions…

Moulin Rouge is very expensive for their dinner and show. Just a show is like 99 euro, so be prepared to spend a lot of money to get in. We didn’t go, even though I wanted to, but I realized we could better spend that money elsewhere. Perhaps next time, when we’re richer, we’ll splurge.