I am a lazy little wine soaked blob at this point....
Italy was lovely and lazy....I settled into a routine of sleeping until 11 or so, then it was off to meet my friend at the cafe near his work for a three course little lunch. After that a bit of e-mail, maybe a drink in Santo Spirito then to Prato for movies in Italian with English subtitles and some home cooked dinner...Rinse and repeat....I so needed that. Thus refreshed I caught the night train from Florence to Paris. However my Hitchcockian fantasy of speeding through the Alps soon dissolved into the reality of my 6 person sleeper. If the stank ass shoes parked under my coucher wasn't responsible for total fantasy dissolution, it was the near epic snoring coming from beneath me. Really...This guy deserved a medal. It was one of those deep glottal-stoppy snores that sound as if they emanate somewhere deep within the bowels of the earth. I slept so well. But I arrived in Paris in one piece, if a slightly sleepy piece and caught the metro to my hostel. I am now convinced I could navigate to the ends of the earth, if only it was laid out on a subway map. I set off to find the tourism office near my arrondisement, which of course meant I spent much of the day wandering in a lost, rain soaked stupor. I did stumble on the Pigalle district, home of the Moulin Rouge, which is basically an incongruous mix of hardcore sex shops and little tourist shops. I never have really needed a commemorative spoon on the same occasion I have been out looking for poppers and Vietnamese sex slings...But you never know I suppose. After that it was a stroll around the Rue de Rivoli and the Latin Quarter, with a brief break for multiple glasses of wine in a cafe of course. My days are becoming less and less ambitious by the day...This should bother me more....Oh...And I bought a hat. A cute hat...So I've got that going for me.