Monkeys at the Eiffel Tower?!

My first real weekend in Paris where I could venture out alone and really see Paris for what it is. I took the metro 9 train to Trocadero, weaved through all of the tourists and found myself sitting in the grassy fields of Champs de Mars, layer out my blanket, took my shoes off, and snapped a few pictures of the Eiffel Tower. Within the first few minutes I was attacked by countless Indians trying to get me to sign bogus potations, people trying to sell me chinky Eiffel Tower keychains, and then something happened I thought would never happen. I was minding my own business reading "Official Book Club Selection: A Memoir According to Kathy Griffin" (which I must add had me laughing up a storm aloud every two lines. If you are a fan of Kathy and are familiar with her comedy and her two time Emmy award winning tv series, "My Life on the D-List" then this is a must read book for you!) and all of a sudden this person in a gorilla suit creeped behind me, and stole my hat! At first I didn't believe it happened, but then it began to dance around with my hat, looked at me, and noticed I didn't think it was funny after I said some profanity and luckily my hat was returned. I guess being a heartless brutal American gets you your way when something goes wrong. ;) I then spent time pondering as to what places I wanted to visit throughout Paris. Turns out I came up with a list with more than 40 things to do anywhere from visiting the Louve and le Jardin des Tuileries, food, wine, and cheese tastings, to visiting the tombs of Oscar Wilde, Edgar Degas, and the famous tomb of Jim Morrison covered in shades of red lipstick. Living here without my wonder mother to make me diner every night has dedfinetly tested my ability to basically live on my own. What am I making for dinner tonight? PLAIN PASTA AND A GLASS OF WATER! mmmm, I can already feel myself finally loosing all of my baby fat! YES! ;) LOL C'est tout!