after a ten-hour plane ride, i arrived in paris hungry, thirsty, and soundly disappointed by
my week with marilyn. (
ex machina is no longer available on air france, and we should all mourn that fact.
écoutez! whiplash, however, is available and is just as good if not better according to everyone except my father.)
after a thirty-minute train ride (train of great speed, indeed) i arrived in epernay thrilled about everything! here, the weather is perfect (for now), the trees are gorgeous, the food is excellent! all the shops are within walking distance! (the walk to the boulangerie for breakfast yesterday lasted under two minutes!) the sales are incredible! (i've seen a 70% SOLDE sign in almost every shop.) the people are so nice!
tidbits: mystery novels are
romans policiers, the lending library has an entire floor devoted to CDs, the cheese is fresh (and neither pre-sliced nor pre-grated), mcdonald's is hipper and sells salads, butter comes in a massive 500g stick and people aren't terrified of it, drivers are nice and don't try to run you over when you cross the street, french fries are just fries (obviously), french toast is "lost bread" and not quite so tooth-achingly sweet (less obviously), regular television channels show u19 soccer matches, crystal light is not powder but syrup, i bought a denim jacket (in what universe? this one, evidently) --
-- did i mention that everything is within walking distance?
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| portrait of the author |
[click onward for croissants and rogue apostrophes, among others]
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| your eyes deceive you. guess why! |
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| portrait of the author's wonderful host sister |
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