okay, so my flight was uneventful, excepting the following: a kid kicked my seat the entire time and screamed for an hour, and the mad shitter struck. my mom went into the bathroom, and there was shit everywhere. she told the flight attendant, but there was a translation issue. I told her to tell them "il y a du merde parterre", which means there is shit on the floor. www.madshitter.com
day one, exhausted. Fell down metro stairs. very painful.
day two, much better, went shopping, did my research at st. denis cathedral. found internet. had to type on stupid french keyboard. now I am on an english one. went to montmartre.
day three, lots of coffee, internet and going to tool around the latin quarter.
my assault on the french language continues. damn their pesky indirect object pronouns.