Paris Hit Big G In The Head

We took the Max to Paris last month, where he climbed the Awful Tower (actually we rode the elevator up because it was night and the stairs were closed), made him absorb some art at the Louvre and some history at the Musee de Paris,ride the Metro, wander around Notre Dame (and pose for appropriately touristy pictures) and let him drink beers at sidewalk cafes. A good time was had by all, except for the part where a street leapt up and hit Big G on the head and caused me to lose my balance and my wallet at the same time.Or maybe I lost my balance and that's when the street hit Big G in the head, and really, I have no idea what happened to my wallet.