Je suis fromage.

I dont know how honest to be about my time in Paris. I have french friends (whom which i love dearly) that might get a bit shitty. So guys if you're reading: realize that i do / did love France.



Now that the disclaimer is out of the way.. I move on the Paris trip. After leaving my iPod on my vueling flight from Barcelona (with my tapas waving me a tearful goodbye at the airport) I entered Paris airport feeling a bit grumpy and frustrated. I dealt with a few impatient natives that were very unco-operative with getting my iPod back. So its gone. Some kid probably found it or and airhostest from the seat pocket. Bitches.



So then I fell asleep in front of the Sacre Cour in the sun, and woke all sweaty, by myself, and had about 10 cigarettes in a row and just took the place in. I figured I should chill. Surprisingly at this point I wasnt THAT exhausted, when I really should have been. Met up with Katie and Margie that night, managed to catch them on FB and find out where they were stayin. Walkable distance. Hot Portuguese roommate in hostel too. Yums.

So Margie, Katie and I got a bit tispy of some Leffe and then head to an over priced Pizza place, with a guy playing piano next to us. tad cheesy but fun. Then Katie was drunk and thought she was an owl.



Next night met up with Alice!! My awsome French pal from Jonkoping. She was in a rush after work though and was a tad late, whatevs, but she balanced out all the shitty Frenchies that served us in shops etc. So it was well worth it. She took us to a place called, no joke.. "Le Smile", where we did heaps of strange blue shots and hung out with tres chic Frenchies.

Alice then scooted off, and me and K and M said our farewells too as I left for Rotterdam the next morning by train! Oh just wait for that post. Ill do it asap.