I was in France, Paris specifically. Two separate incidents: at the Louvre, we were checking out the Mona Lisa. The original. Big crowd. This photographer is at the front taking pictures! Obviously, that's not allowed, but the guard isn't doing anything. So, I say to myself,
what the hell. I pull out my camera and take a picture. Oops. Forgot about the flash. Decided to run from the guard, pretending I don't know French. Got away.
A few days later, as this was during August 2003's heat wave, our group of 12 girls and 2 guys (nice ratio) decides to go to a pool. John, the other guy, and myself had bathing suits. The girls, after paying admission, get in fine. But us, on the other hand, pay and are
then told that swimsuits are banned; speedos are the only acceptable form of male swimwear. Turns out it's a French law. The problem is that guys who wear swimsuits, apparently, bring down the hygeine. So, we wait for the girls. And guess what? According to them, there were topless chicks at the pool. Lots of them. I was less than happy.