Europia: Take Two.

Still in awe of L.V., Paris.


Out for dinner, Paris.


The Louvre...Madge embodies the loveliest of Ukrainian grandmothers, Paris.


Street food, Paris.




Trife dinner, Paris. Tasted even more gag-worthy than it looks--unbelievable, I know...but true.


Bordeaux wine from a grunge corner store for mere pennies, Paris. This one's for you, Mama Dange.


Freshly-hacked hair, McDonald's, Paris.




Oscar Wilde's grave, Paris. (not pictured, but definitely scoped: Edith Piaf's and Jim Morrison's)


Yet another cafe, Paris.


Our own French apartment, Paris. Markus became our kindred spirit for a week.


He preferred to drink tea out of gargantuan bowls.


Our version of Roman Holiday, Rome. Obviously.




Outer skin of the Colleseum, Rome.


Babes in front of the Colloseum.


Innards of the Colloseum.


Wine and some roses, just down the street from the Pantheon, Rome.






Laundry day and an explosion of colour, Naples.




We hunted down the legendary pizzeria from the novel "Eat, Pray, Love" and stuffed ourselves sick, Naples.








(for Sambo)




Rain on the train, Rome to Venice.


The city on water, Venice.




Back alley, Venice.


Spectacular gloves for sale, Venice.


Creepy mask-shop guardian, Venice.


Venice, Venice, Venice...






Mos Def in an underground nightclub, Barcelona. For Les, Turner, Ains--with LOVE.


Running wild on the beach, Barcelona.