An uneventful few days, mes amis.
It seems as though the British girls have flooded the city this weekend. What strumpets! They are a cross between Sienna Miller and Baby Spice. Messy, disheveled hair piled into a nest on top of their head, layers of cardigans, leggings, and Flinstone-esque jewelry. Always a little pudgy from excessive alcohol consumption (or lack of sex). Ouh, that was mean.
Nothing else to report. I will be more exciting next week, je te jure! In the meantime, a haiku, inspired by my neighborhood flower shop (above).
See the ripe blossoms
In the damp Paris morning:
springtime in a cup
Hurrah to our British sisters, they are obviously having too much fun to worry about their hair and liberated enough not obsess about their weight – more power to them.