After a long day full of layovers and jetlag I am finally in Paris. The weather is perfect and everything is beautiful. Unfortunately, Internet is not free, nor cheap, so I will be brief. In short- I love France…I would have no qualms with up and moving here and playing my guitar on the side of the road for spare euros- better to be homeless here than studying in Atlanta, no? And I could always use the charm of my Americanized French accent to gain pity and trick people into thinking in am famous in the US. Or maybe I will stick with school, who knows?
I digress.
Paris is as lovely as it has always been painted in literature and art. I am unbelievably lucky.
Oh, and of course, our hotel is pretty fly.
I will be lounging in the lap of beauty and luxury until Tuesday when I traipse on over to Florence where I will enjoy pizza by the pound and young Italians in Speedos named Massimo.
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