The only really neat thing about Paris Las Vegas is the exterior. The big hot air balloon (insert current event joke here), and the miniature Eiffel Tower that stabs into the building. It makes for a nice photo. Inside, we played a few slots, and then David and Gaby got drinks – she really wanted a ceramic globe cup, which was pretty neat. While there, at the bar, I played video blackjack until I broke even. Not too shabby! Afterwards, we walked back to the Bellagio to get the car. Upon entering the garage, I noticed something wet on my hand. Turns out I cut myself opening the door to the garage, and was bleeding. Fun! With no band-aids in the car, I had to use a napking to stem the flow until we got to the Venetian.