Paris.


We had lovely weather and its stark contrast to my chilly german asceticism put me in the mood for indulgence.

French champagne (yes, truly), long walks in the public parks, reading in the old haunts of de beauvoir and Hemingway (tracing a movable feast) and those ubiquitous boutiques aided greatly in this effort.

Missed Karl unfortunately, but this gives me ample excuse to revisit his hood (near Montmartre!)


Now I'm back in Freiburg, back to scrounging scraps of food and listening to Mirah by myself, so dont hate on my hedonism too much, kind friends.