Observation: The States has a House of Pancakes. Paris has a House of Oceans.
Just look at that shit. That door has spearheads right at eye level so you know to be ready for combat right when you enter. In case you're wondering who your opponent might be, the spearheads helpfully direct your gaze upwards to a menacing bronze octopus. They even added eight metal spikes to the lamp off to the right, not for decoration but in case enraged land sharks try to attack the institute (again).
Unsurprisingly, Paris can get kind of beautiful at night. Obviously my crummy phone can't do it justice, but take a walk through this old burg sometime and you'll see what I mean.
On my long walk to the train station to pick up Alex I happened to walk again through the sculpture garden that I'd walked through on my first ever post. Last time I found a guy playing a guitar and a metallic imagining of robot worms. This time I found inexplicable Latin music.
Just look at that shit. That door has spearheads right at eye level so you know to be ready for combat right when you enter. In case you're wondering who your opponent might be, the spearheads helpfully direct your gaze upwards to a menacing bronze octopus. They even added eight metal spikes to the lamp off to the right, not for decoration but in case enraged land sharks try to attack the institute (again).
Unsurprisingly, Paris can get kind of beautiful at night. Obviously my crummy phone can't do it justice, but take a walk through this old burg sometime and you'll see what I mean.
On my long walk to the train station to pick up Alex I happened to walk again through the sculpture garden that I'd walked through on my first ever post. Last time I found a guy playing a guitar and a metallic imagining of robot worms. This time I found inexplicable Latin music.
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| When in Rome, do as the much cooler Latin Americans do |
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