Camp as a row of pink tents inhabited by Graham Norton
Well 2 of my List of Things I Want To Do Before I Leave Paris can be ticked off the list.
I raved it up in Queen and it was great. It was so camp that the women had more testosterone then the men but there were male strippers. I'm sold.
And on my departure from Queen, I actually managed to get on the Noctilien bus that goes to where I live. Well, vaguely – I still have to walk for 20 minutes afterwards but that's not the point. I figured out how to use it! Admittedly in waiting for aforementioned bus by myself at a bus stop on the Champs Elysees I did get asked "how much I charged" by some twat driving by in a Mini.
Last time I checked though, hookers did not wear flipflops.
Also checked off the list is the one about the Louvre. Well caring about the building sort of counts, doesn't it?