There comes a time when a Cowboy has to come abroad. This time for business. President A. Garfield, has commissioned me to come over to visit. Have some peace talks about goods, and trading within the Midwest. For a moment, I stopped in my tracks, and couldn't believe the size of the Eiffel Tower. Almost brisked my hat off my noggin' looking up at the darn thing. The people here usually keep themselves, but are very friendly. French onion soup is to die for. I had to put on my Best Bib and Tucker meeting the Prime Minister Jules François Camille Ferry. This fellow sure did have a beard on both sides of his head that came all the way down to his collar. The meeting went pretty quick, thanks to my provided translator. All I can say is, I will be back one day. Glad I was able to to drink a few glasses of Scotch Whiskey with Mr. Ferry. I Didn't want him to think us American folk wasn't Ace-high. Au revoir Paris.. That's about as much Français this Cowboy learned.