Well hello there.
It’s the first of March (pinch, punch for the first of the month) and I am sitting in a hostel in Paris eating crisps. Why eating crisps? To try and get the taste of a weird cookie out of my mouth that does indeed taste a little bit like fish. Weird, I know.
It’s the second day of Project Week; project was the Paris trip and we arrived fairly late last night. I was still hungover from Cardiff the night before so didn’t want to do anything and went to bed at midnight; Lopez & Swansea on the other hand did not get to bed until 6AM French time. I don’t know where anyone else is at the moment – considering that I don’t have any really close friends on this trip either kinda means I’m just wandering about with the rest of them. It’s nice though, I get my thoughts to myself and the ability to just have a quiet couple of hours. On the other hand part of me sits here thinking: “You’re in freaking Paris, go out and do something!” but I don’t know what to do.
If only it was possible to go back in time at Midnight, like in Midnight In Paris. That was a very good film. I think things are going to be better tomorrow though, because today was really grey and cold. We did go see the Eiffel Tower and Arc de Triumph, and then I saw the Mona Lisa in the Louvre, but by the time that we got to the Louvre everyone was so knackered that it kinda took away the speciality of being in such a wonderful city. I think it was the weather – and also because for a long time I was worried about my Polaroid camera.
Going for a shower, will explain everything in due course. There is much to be revealed.
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