Some lost soul has nicked my umbrella and hand cream from the front pocket of my backpack. Maybe while I was having a nap at Charles de Gaulle airport.
Shoe God gave me a punishment for trowing away my well-served sneakers back in Zihuatanejo. It was raining one whole day and my poor Crock-like shoes filled with cold water. I am cold all the time anyway, takes a while to re-adjust.
Feeling sligthly posh: bought 2 shirts at Champs Elysée. The shop was Zara, but anyway. Yesterday spent the day walking around Montmarte and the Opéra Quarter, on Wed visited Louvre and Notre Dame, on Tue the Eiffel Tower. Playing tourist guide.
This French keyboaed is driving me nuts. It is not Qwerty so I can not really type. Or it zill look like this; loqds qnd loqds of s,qll ,istqkes: Oh zell the French hqve to do everything on their ozn zqy.
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