I’m not feeling well, so I stayed in while everyone else went on a boat tour around Paris.
This is the view from my lovely bed that reminds me of my bed in Ballard. Right now, how I miss it.
Here’s some early comparisons to Spain:
the architecture is much more uniform - in Spain everything felt chaotic, but here, it’s greyscale and ominous.
the food is more expensive
more varieties of cheese!
mustard replaces the obsession for mayonnaise
the weather is not as good
more cultural clash (i.e. tourists)
