There are many quintessentially Parisian experiences-- like warm baguettes, strolling along the Seine, velibing along the canal, seeing the Eiffel Tower sparkle, attending wine tastings, having people in cafes tell you they just love your terrible anglophone accent, drinking 3 espressos a day and reading Great French Novels that are all set in Paris and mention streets in your neighborhood.
However, the Quintessentially Parisian Experience that I have reserved for myself today is one of the less glamorous variety. I will be cleaning spots of black mould off the bathroom wall with bleach in a futile attempt to avoid being infected by abspetos and dying alone in my cold, humid apartment built in 1850.
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1 comment:
HA! So succinct!
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