
After watching the sun set behind the Eiffel Tower, I had escargot for the first time. I was really excited.

It came out in all of its glory, snail shells filled with green algae looking sauce, along with clamps. I kept thinking of Julia Roberts, "Slippery little suckers."

It was pretty exciting. I also wanted to chronicle what a metro looks like at 10 pm on a Friday night.

I have recently developed the bad habit of staying up very late reading, or talking to people on skye/facebook. This is awkward because I don't really feel like I live in this apartment. I am just a guest here, so when I get up at 2am to get a drink of water, I feel like I am intruding on their lives. I'm continually afraid they will wake up, and see me and be like what are you doing in my kitchen at 2 am?