The car pictured is possibly the cutest thing I have seen in Paris so far. My dad said it's an old Fiat and it's parked outside of the store merci, which is in the 4th. merci is very cool, very expensive.
Today (well, I guess technically yesterday, since it's currently 2:23am in Paris) marks exactly one week in Paris. Time this week has felt oddly slow, which seems especially strange considering how a month often seems like a day back at school.
It's been one full week of quiche lorraine, orientation classes, G7 taxis, croissants au beurre, Haussmann-sized boulevards, really nice French adults, really intimidating French teenagers, and elevators with only a down button no matter what floor you are on.
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