paris is awesome. not the city of love, perchance, but definitely the city of amazing long walks and skinny women in high heels. I reckon I am walking between 6 and 10 miles a day. I feel so good.
all of the drinks are expensive and sold cold. I've seen the ugly american in me coming out a little bit in the past couple of days. kinda bums me out.
speaking of bumming me out, I can't find a place that sells phonecards (outside of the hellish tenderloin single residence hotel masquerading as a youth hostel, which is a story for another time) so if my girlfriend is reading this, I apologize profusely for not calling you.
and I saw a macaron the size of a donut for 2 euros!
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