So much of paris was walking around...

Sometimes, in Paris, you walk around all morning and it's nice, and then as you're supposed to meet Lisa at a metro stop, it gets rainy and gross, so you go in it to get out of the rain and become entangled in conversation with a homeless guy. And the conversation uses literally every weather-related vocabulary word you know, so it fizzles out once you've exhausted them all. And so you watch emo girls glissent and fall on their fesses on the stairs. And you wonder where Lisa is. And then, lo and behold, elle est revenue! And it turns out she was upstairs in the rain, talking to a dude about SIDA (AIDS) and he ends up asking her out. So to get over the stressful hour, you stop in a pub, like any good british lass.

Pas de CB? shut up no way.

A 'pub' in which an MTV special about twins was playing in the background as The Doors alternated with Fergie on the soundtrack. Our bartender seemed to be from everywhere, including, New Jersey, (he was a bit vague on the deets) and flirted with everything in the bar, including his fellow bartenderess's shirt strings, a jolly old man holding a bucket of ice, and the bucket. But he made Lisa take this dumb picture, and now it's on my blog, so I guess Bien Joue, Casey. Wherever you are.

While discussing the lack of trashy gossip magazines in her life, I spot a pile of them on the street and hand one to Lisa. What a windfall. It's a british one, too!
Furthermore, after two pints, Lisa is drunk and wants to find a toilet.

A toilet on the sidewalk suddenly appears. how convenient.

Unfortunately we were not specific enough in our thinking-out-loud, so it was not connected to any plumbing. Ours is a charmed life, for real.


We stumble off into the sunset, towards her SIDA friend (alias: The Corsican) and his friend (aka He Who Shops at Hot Topic).

The Direction in which We Walked. p.s. this was at, like 9 pm, I have no idea why it's so light out.