Postage from abroad
Paris is kind of a weird compromise between the stereotype it is trying near successfully to live up to, hobos with dirty feet, and all the minorities that seem to be represented only in restaurants. I swear I've had dreams about the architecture involving princesses falling in love with unwashed revolutionaries. The men are a shockingly sultry genetic blend, and are always behind on their shaving. My feet hurt constantly, and I don't think they've been clean yet.
Joe is getting constantly more exasperated at my ineptitude, lack of meaningful social skills,and tendency to trip.
Everyone in our group fucking loves Joe, and his Mr. Osman chimney sweep hat and his ugly-ass shoes that everybody's dad has worn at some point. The kids are nice. I have to go, and pay the nice internet cafe man. More later.
posted by Sophie @ 2:04 PM
3 Comments:
He's wearing those shoes? Ew. I think those shoes might have been the reason I never had a crush on him until this year. the hat, however, sounds delightful, possibly because the idea of Mr. Osman as a chimney sweep is so appealing. Also, I am coming home on the 24th. When do you return to the good ol' U.S. of A.?
Your are Nice. And so is your site! Maybe you need some more pictures. Will return in the near future.
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This site is one of the best I have ever seen, wish I had one like this.
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