I sat in le saint andré. the waiter, frank, looked at me french. paris, french pronunciation, tore my new black shoes. that last walk I planned won’t be as comfortable now, and it is raining too which means it will rain in my shoes and that is the only kind of rain I can’t stand, the rain in my shoes. I spent a few hundreds in three days and am practically out of money. what’s even more practical is that I’m happy. paris took me in his arms with understanding and consolation, kind and gentle.
