Sunday, 12 February 2012


In this beautiful city I often find myself smiling for no good reason other than my surroundings. This is an activity that is simply not done here (see below). Because of this, I think most of the shopkeepers I regularly pass by on my walk home from school think I am some kind of happy foreign idiot. Not the least because I am wearing a bright yellow coat which is the opposite of the Parisian uniform- all black. Or navy. Or dark brown. Maybe a bit of retail therapy in the remaining soldes could help me fit in a bit better...

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