I'm in a cafe in Monaco. Living it up and all.
In France, the customer is never right. Well, they are, but only if for sure they are going to pay for their questions. Except this one cafe owner. He actually let us TASTE a little sample. Insanity in France. Correct me if I'm wrong, Frenchmen and women.
Anyways, we've been waking up at 2 PM at our home base in Menton. Jet lag. Everyone has to appreciate seagulls that sound like babies (they really, really do) in the morning (Jet lag morning is at 2 PM). Come join us on the beach or something.
I'm also happy to say Menton has been throwing inspiration at me. Violently.
On that note, more writing coming your way. I just need to find a place with some Wi-Fi to publish it.
So that's what I've been up to.
Feo.
P.S. Happy Birthday, Ivan!
Edit: Southern France. The Southern French are notorious for their impoliteness. Not the rest. See? I do follow-up research. And hang out with Parisians. I cite personal knowledge as a source.
No comments:
Post a Comment