At the post office.
In the freezer
On TV, Motorola Droid commercial.
Café Stella, 3 blocks away.
It’s just a little taste because I see something French all the time. If there’s a conspiration, please tell me because I’m starting to feel uncomfortable. I started an album and already missed 18 300 pictures I could have taken of the phenomenon.
Also I can’t figure out how to write back in French, every time I try it feels awkward.
And it’s all cloudy like the usual start of summer in Paris. During that time Sean & Tara are enjoying my place in Vincennes for their GTFO trip (podcast here):
Picture by Sean Bonner.
It’s not that I feel homesick otherwise I would try to talk or write in French everytime I could. I almost stopped thinking in my mother tongue too now. But I feel that I had an identity crisis already and that I just added another one.