So at this point I might actually tell the story associated with these photos. Because it was around this point that I managed to successfully lose him. Apparently there are these men in Paris whose only pass time seems to be to pick up tourist girls. The best way to do this. Have no one else around you and take a picture (In doing this I was talked to by about 4 of these different persons.). Then they come up and talk to you in French, and then when you obviously don't understand they start talking in English. And so this guy that I was talking to was an older guy and the thought didn't even cross my mind. And I just asked him where the Louvre was and he said he would show me. I thought it wasn't far away so I said thanks. And then I realised it was actually quite a way away (not that far, but further than you would normally go out of your way) and then he kept on asking all these questions about me. Including where I was staying and then offered that we could go out for coffee at the Lourve. By this stage I had cottoned on to what was going on and had decided that I was going to lose this guy at the Lourve by telling him thank you for taking me round but now I was going. (There is quite a bit to be said for being a dumb female tourist who has no idea what she is doing, and gets lost all the time, but doesn't seem to really care.) So when he asked me to coffee, I declined. And then when we got closer he asked again and again I declined. Which meant that by the time we got to the Louvre he decided to save face by telling me that he was meeting a friend so he couldn't go any further. So in the end it was easier than I thought it was going to be to get rid of him. And I did ok out of it because I don't know if I would have found the Louvre otherwise. But those guys were probably the only sour point of Paris. I got sick of trying to get rid of these people trying to crack onto me.