My life is now complete.

I came to Europe with the intention of conquering it.
Yesterday in Paris, I didn't feel like I was doing enoug to make that happen. So I licked l'Arc de Triomphe.
It tasted like marble, dust, and victory.

Now we're on the train to Amsterdam where hopefully no licking will occur. But frankly, my dear, I don't give a damsterdamn.