So we did a few other things besides the typical tourist attractions. For example, I simply had to visit Chantal Thomass which is a fantastic French designer of lingerie. While I was there, spending a ridiculous amount of money on exquisite French lingerie, Brian was next door at Michel Cluizel spending a ridiculous amount of money on exquisite French chocolate. Guess we all have our vices…
One day while walking through one of the many gardens that dot the city, we stumbled upon a museum and thought, what the hell, let’s check it out. Apparently we had found the Musuem of Skeletons because that’s all that was in there. For example, we saw the skeleton of a Dodo bird:
And then we wandered into what Brian called the “Corner of Freaks” – there we found skeletons of conjoined twins. I think this was a goat. Or maybe a pig…
But that wasn’t enough. Nope, they even have skeletons of fetuses:
What the FUCK?! Scary!!! That’s like something those crazy Pro-Life people would use in their campaigns.
But not everything we saw was quite this disturbing. For example I tried to emulate art:
Brian is as big as a car:
And this guy was chillin’ in front of Notre Dame and we simply couldn’t resist taking his picture:
Overall it was really just a fantastic trip. Even if the Skeleton Museum has left me scarred for life…
Wendork Said:
on September 10, 2007 at 4:10 pm
The skeleton museum couldn’t have been THAT bad. I mean, that one fetus skeleton looks like he/she is smiling. What a pleasant atmosphere
You do realize that your faithful readers quit looking at photos past the whole ‘French lingerie’ part when it became all too obvious that you neglected to include photos of said lingerie. Hehe!
Tattooed Wonder Said:
on September 11, 2007 at 7:46 am
Courtney, I told you to bring me back a French man. I understand now why you didn’t!
Although I must say ,I really do like his bling & mullet.
Kirk Said:
on September 12, 2007 at 11:25 am
At least the fetuses weren’t wearing Chantal Thomass… Which I am waiting, pins and needles, white knuckled, and gritting my teeth to see…
Don’t make me post those racy Amsterdam Photos!