Bordeaux is gray.

In this past month, (no, a little more, thirty something days) I have packed, nested, repacked six times. That means six pseudo homes, six pillows, six keys. Although during this time I have slept in ten beds. No, nine beds and a couch.

I woke up and someone had covered me with a blanket. That's always the sweetest feeling.

My iPod keeps deleting this post. I'll keep it short.

Bordeaux is interesting, although I find myself missing the cool feminity of urban Paris.

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bordeaux_Cathedral?wasRedirected=true

Teenagers pool and disperse at it's base, like ameoba.


"I feel like the french don't fidget."
"ah well, it's probably because we're too lazy."