A Day in Paris

Saturday was France's annual Jour du Patrimoine, where all the normally private government offices are open to the public. I let myself get talked into seeing the Palais de L'Elysee, which is essentially the Frenh equivalent of the White House.
Unfortunately, no one warned me about the line...



Finally, finally, finally--The view from the inside: the dining room, Sarkozy's desk, and right below, Jean-Phillipe, the French dude who kept us entertained the whole time.


What could be more gratifying after a five hour line than the annual Techno-Parade? I think we were the only ones not drunk/high...