Because life looks better through a preset?
The last day of Ile de Ré the sun almost burned my eyes out.
Here is Elodie and some of the other passengers I took a rideshare with. They were a contemplative bunch. I tried to engage in a discussion by speaking broken French. I had to be very loud because of the highway winds circling around the back window. I don’t think they even heard me.
This is what I see when I walk out the door in Val d’Or, where I have been most of my Paris trip staring at my laptop and working on my Project Proposal. 
My leg is not really bruised, and I would never smoke so many cigarettes at once, but you can’t argue with a preset.
Outside Monceau Park. The day I realized I can drink almost an entire bottle of wine and not get drunk (anymore).
Have to compete with the precious Parisian girls you know.
My friend’s family owns a Moroccan restaurant, so he took me there and made me fish tagine and it was like a VIP service for me. I pretended I was a celebrity who could only go out at off-hour times not to get mauled by her needy fans. Except he made me other food at the restaurant and the tagine at his mom’s house. Obviously they use a gas stove in the resto!
magdalena dramatica.
didn’t i see you on tumblr?
Beautiful pictures, preset or not. France is hard on the eyes either…I am incredibly jealous