We spent today getting from where we were to where we are: Paris. After six days in the country (baby sheep! acrobatic cats! curvy roads! pooping in the french forest!) we’re back in the middle of it all. Or rather, on the edge, similar to where we’re used to being in LA: we’re very close to the technical end of Paris and the beginning of the outskirts. We’re in Paris’ Vietnamese neighborhood and it smells very good. We’re sunburned and windchapped and have a box of wine from the south.

Plans are already being made for next year.

Tonight: showers, a shortage of blankets, and singing that damn 50 cent song until we all couldn’t stand to think about “cuz it’s your birthday” any longer.

Tomorrow: For my birthday I will take myself shopping in Paris. The exchange rate is not so good, and I will not care.