Big Ferris Wheel Keep On Turning. Here come Paul and Amie, but as expected, they find that it's not open. Seeing that they'll be able to get in at 9:00, they sit themselves right down on the sidewalk. "Ah," Amie sighs, surprisingly good-humoredly, "this is the life." That's my official first Liking Amie Moment EVER. They note that this is the Race Leg Of Much Bunching-Up, in that basically they're all being reshuffled, and all past leads (including their own recent improvement to sixth) just don't mean all that much.

Let me make a side note here that I've heard some complaining in the forums this week about this aspect of the show -- it's unfair! Your lead just evaporates! I, personally, disagree. I think this is the right decision for dramatic purposes. If you remember watching the first Survivor, in which the Tagi alliance just sat there picking off the rest of them week after week like they were biting the heads off of defenseless chocolate bunnies, you know that when the audience knows what's going to happen, boredom can set in quick. I don't see the reshuffling of the teams as some kind of affront to the Tao of racing or anything like that. It just means you have to be on your toes and alert at every step, because you can't build up an insurmountable lead and then just coast. (I'm talking to you, Team Guido.) I wouldn't have it any other way. Furthermore, it didn't have to go this way. Had some of the teams gotten in a few hours earlier, they could have made it to the wheel and then to Notre Dame or the Pantheon before they closed. Wow. That's certainly all I have to say in defense of Jerry Bruckheimer and his crackerjack staff.

Kevin and Drew are thrilled to find the Fast Forward tea shop, although it's not an all-night tea shop, so they, like everybody else, will have to wait until morning. They toss their stuff in the doorway to wait for morning. "We have no food, we have no water…we're all set," Kevin observes with a chuckle. They lay down their sleeping bags and climb in, right against the tea-shop door. "Good night, Kevin." "Good night, Drew." And then: "Good night, John-Boy." Good night, Team Shower-Fresh!

Team Guido wanders the streets of Paris. Joe and Bill manage to make another reference to their very own French connection, hard though it may be to believe. Have they mentioned they've been to France before? Have they mentioned they have the Eiffel Tower prominently tattooed on their matching shapely fannies? Have they mentioned that they speak French in their sleep and use croissants as pincushions and once scraped the barnacles off a boat that was once owned by Jacques Cousteau? Have they mentioned that they personally negotiated the Treaty of Paris and directed the movie Paris, Texas and wrote the song "I Love Paris" and invented plaster of Paris? Yeah, I thought so. Guys? We get it. We got it a long time ago. And seriously, stop crying with nostalgia. Two years isn't even as long as I lived in a single college dorm, and there's no way I would cry at the thought of walking past it. Well, I wouldn't cry with nostalgia. Perhaps I would cry at the architectural style, which is sort of Early American Correctional Facility.