...quandunamourfleuritçafaitpendantdessemainesdeuxcoeursquisesourientettoutçaparcequ'ilss'aimentàparis... et le vent...

Yes, so, well, Paris! I just had to change the keyboard over because it's completely and utterly impossible to type on a French keyboard. Currently, I'm in a secret library that I really shouldn't be allowed in at all, but it's free internet and I have to wait for people to be done with their classes.

We've just been in the Louvre (look at us continentals, being continental) for an exposition of one Jan Fabre - which was not exactly what people would normally understand as 'good', it was in fact quite far removed from this concept. Armour coated in bugs is not art, it's just random. Either way, it's all catching up with people time and so it's all good. Yesterday (after I got mildly lost in Charles de Gaulle but still managed to catch the right train and go to the right place) at this strange reunion type thing, I realised how polarised my opinions of people from school are. Either they're good friends of mine and I enjoyed catching up with them along with a good chunk of gossip or they're people that I never really cared about and still have absolutely no interest in. I didn't realise you could be that disinterested in people you technically had so much in common with.

Anyway, it was good seeing some of the lot again, especially as there were some unexpected visitors in town as well (much as myself). Paris is still the same chaotic city it used to be, I couldn't tell any changes. Oh, and they have bread, of course. Bread for breakfast, my day was made right there and then. Now I shall go and find my so-called little brother (who, as I mentioned a while back, isn't my brother at all) before he heads off to Antwerpen again, which is only 2 hours from here. Europe's really shrunk.