Meeting Paris in Paris

Here you go with my first paparazzo post: Yesterday and the day before I was workwise in Paris, negotiating with two automotive suppliers. Unfortunately I had to wait a long time at the airport for my flight back home as there was no other option. First I was planning to spend the time working in the lounge, but unfortunately there is no Lufthansa Business Lounge in Paris (and I am not privileged enough so far to be Senator or Frequent Flyer).

Anyway, in the end it resulted to be good not to get into the lounge... I was hanging around in a magazine shop and suddenly I noticed this one girl with a blue sweater and huge round sunglasses. I thought I knew her from somewhere. Hm, is it really her? I looked again and was quite sure:

it's Paris Hilton

I couldn't believe it: me in Paris for the first time and whom do I meet: Paris

She was there with some friends I guess - at least I didn't consider them as bodyguards (the only two guys with them were quite fat and didn't seem to me very sporty or strong). Paris and her friends were hanging around in this shop while their Lufthansa Guide wanted to get them into the lounge - but Paris wasn't interested in the lounge (maybe she was well was no senator).

So Paris was all the time next to me buying magazines. I think in total she bought around 50 including vanity fair and some porn magazines. Her open handbag was lying on the floor while she was in another part of the shop - I guess she enjoyed the security here in Europe. Her friends were waiting for her, the guy doing some movies with his camera, the other guy being on the phone and the one girl stupidly trying to look cool.

So in the end the Lufthansa lady told her that they have to move on urgently and so they went away, passed by all the people waiting for the security control and moving to a separate exit where they most probably entered their own plane.

So you might wonder what I did: actually - nothing. I bought a magazine and went away. Then I phoned a friend to tell him this story. As he didn't believe me I took some pictures. So here you go with my Paris pics - unfortunately she was already behind a glasswall so the pics are not that sharp - but it was her.

me and Paris, spending a day in Paris

hm. actually I was thinking about what to talk to her, what to tell her... there is nothing that comes up to my mind. any ideas?