I know you are all waiting anxiously on the edge of your seats for my first post about Paris, but you are just going to have to wait a little longer. I am writing from the computer at the flat where I am staying and it is a french keyboard soooooo zhen I a, not pqying qttention ,y sentences look like this:
Get the picture? Only a few letters are moved but it is enough to drive me slightly crazy. But when I do post you will get to hear about Monmatre, Notre Dame, San Chappel, The Jewish Quarter (which oddly enough is next to the gay qarter... one minute it was men hitting on each other and rainbow bars and suddely there was the Kosher Bakery and menorahs, talk about contrast.)
Also, I may eat like the french for the rest of my life, they have it all figured out. The bread, the cheese, the fruits for desert... *mouth waters*
So, that said, I am enjoying it here... oh, and I have learned the hard way what happens when you are going up stairs in a flowing skirt when it is windy... awkward...