I just wrote a very long text about my first day in Paris - and just as I wanted to click on submit my time at the Internet café was up.
*insert swear word of your choice*
And now I am hungry.
So shortly: It’s Summer here, the men are big flirts, I taught 3 hours of private lessons, went to a hamam and only bought one pair of shoes so far... But I found a street with at least 50 shops that I will explore on Monday.
Will teach workshops on Saturday and Sunday.
And my boyfriend just called me to tell me that he bought a new car (well, from 1981, that’s new for HIM).
And I am really hungry, so à plus tard.