Paris is full of beaux endroits. Think the Luxembourg Gardens, the Tuileries, the Eiffel Tower. So naturally, my friends and I wound up at the Bois de Boulogne, aka Prostitution Park.
While we were walking around, discovering hidden waterfalls and magical caves full of glowing stalagmites, we also noticed a strange surplus of middle-aged women lacking in the clothes department. “Did you see that woman just sitting there with her boobs out?” “Yeah, I wonder what that was all about.” Oooooooh. We didn’t put 2 and 2 together until after the fact.