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1. Parisian pigeons know no shame or fear.
Several of them hit me during the course of my stay, nearly knocking the half-eaten baguette from my hand more than once.

2. I do not like French apartments.
The one we stayed at was old and loud during the night, and the heater made noises like somebody opening the door. Oh yes, I got a LOT of

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[midwinter]

1. I know, I know, right? Yes. And Parisians also know no shame or fear, darting through red lights as if they were some form of entertainment, rather than a marker of civilization, sanity, and not-splooched-in-the-streets-ness.

2. My hotel was on a nice, quiet side street. Suckaaaaaa. Although there were these Italians that came half way through the week and would not shut the fuck up. They had a fiyyyine son though. This still did not make up for the damage they inflicted.

3. In general, people thought I was Parisian, so they'd be asking me questions and such and I would go "Jzeuh NUH-PAHRLE-PAS frann-say BEE-ENN", and they'd run away, showerless, beret-clad, and clutching their ever-present baguettes.

4. Jesus yes.

5. We did not go there, thanks to the aforementioned deity. And such.

6. HEY I WISH MY MOM DID THAT.

7. Well... uh, uh, some creative insult on you. The dank was a little unpleasant.8. I had no contact whatsoever with French teenagers, although I did meet some college students in Pigalle. They were pretty tasty.

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I had no idea that I was dealing with such an uptalker?

aYE eM VeRRy ThuRsTy.