beef carpaccio

Surprising how two thin layers of raw beef can satiate me.

I've eaten so many chocolates these past few days...at least 6-7 each day, if not more. Liquor-filled, nut-stuffed, tea-scented, ganache-covered, fruit-infused, coffee-covered...I think I am growing rather sick of these velvet brown confections. If even possible.

Joel and I traipsed around the Marais today, wandering in semi concentric circles on the labyrinth of teensy side streets with quaint names like "rue du marché des blancs manteaux" (White coat/cloak market street). I saw the perfect Kate summer frock, a light creamy-white floatyflirty grecian style deep v-neck empire waist silken confection. Alas, I am too short to carry it off. I looked slightly ridiculous in it. Aiya.

Ate cherry sorbet, sour, slightly acrid saliva-inducing smooth graininess. Mmm.

My hair is so long now, pretensions of Rapunzel without the witch and prince and cabbage-eating mother. Well, perhaps only the latter.

Bought ridiculously expensive sour gummies at Odéon, 2.50E for tongue arousal...not exactly worth it.

我又哭了. 为什么都是在吃饭的时候哭呢?

Chatted with the crepe vendor at Odéon, who works there every day of the week but Tuesday and goes traveling in August, leaving Paris to the mercy of the hordes of Birkenstock clad tourists with obnoxious voices determined to mount the Eiffel Tower in all its phallic glory. He was born in Algeria, making him part of the population of pieds-noirs who fled their native land for France.