Paris is Bigger than I thought

Yes, Paris is bigger than I thought. Customs officials are rude, and Canadians are awesome.

I saw Notre Dame, pictured on the left, and was accosted by a beggar. . . Um. Oh, I spent over twenty four hours on a train. Sophia dear wants to go back--we'll see what I think after I've had time for the pain in my back to subside.

Well, it's my shoulder really, but whatever. I managed to pull a muscle and now there's a golf ball sized section of pain in my left shoulder. Eck.

On the bright side, I go home in three and half weeks. Which is when I will eat Chinese food, muffins and mac and cheese with grand relish, hug my family and try desperately to find a job. Joy.

In any case, I have a couple papers to write, some museums to visit and at least two exams to get through and I'm done. The coursework load here is light compared to school back home.