I called my lovely Breton today, and we have established that I would be welcome for the next time and that my voyage should be a good one. By "we" I mean "she" and by "she" I mean that I think that's what she said. Veronique - I would love to be as free as you one day.
I'm writing this from the apartment of a fantastic American lady, she is the reason that I can stay in Paris and the reason that I could put photographs up onto facebook and here and the reason that I feel a need to buy thousands of cds when I return to Australia. The soundtrack for this post is PJ Harvey, and the particular song is "White Chalk". She's not one of them, because I have (scoff, scoff) of course heard of PJ Harvey, but I have a list as long as my arm of artists I haven't and am now in love with.
For those who read in order to know what I'm getting up to overseas - I'm going to Prague tomorrow, and I spent the day at the Musée Rodin looking at some very expressive sculpture, going to the Tour Eiffel because I somehow missed it the first few times I was here. This afternoon I have been Amélie touristing - the apartment is in the middle of the locations they used for the movie and I now have photographic evidence of my presence at (or near) Palace Video, the cafe where she worked, Abessess metro station, the Sacre Coeur and other key sights.
Til Prague, then.
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