Paris through a Budget Student's Eyes: Chafes, Cafés, and Café Deams

just checked the temps this morning and it felt like a frosty 1.22°c, but suffixes were climbing to that minty 4.65°c everyone was raving about. not viable with lasagna as your bed, but the 94% humidity kept the clogs sticky at least.

this place? it's all about the chafes and the chafes and the café deams. staying at this hostel where the wifi password changes daily and the showers scream like banshees, but hey, they've got that weird stained-glass skylight above the stairs. perfect for photos if you don't mind them being washed out by the existential stress.

hit rue de gallerie romas just to people-watch (and count the neurotics). someone the bartender heard me muttering about eggs benedict and he slammed his fist on the table: "les pastries are cursed here!" and sure enough, the croissant layers were as fake as my student visa.

found this vintage market where a guy was selling 1997 camo jackets for 20 euros. they were both green and beige, like melted crayon stains. bought one for the heck of it. feels like wearing a bhima napkin.

i heard the local poets here all recite in french. tried it once: "je suis triste, humme wowboris" and someone yelled 'mard!' sarcastically. turns out they knew me from the fifth coffee. how?

trip is mad-saw a kid on a skateboard wearing sunglasses under that radiation warning at Luxembourg Gardens. also, someone left a violin case open on the métro steps with money in it. bc most hysterically, the baristas write 'éggs' instead of 'eau'. guessing 1 in 3 customers asks about the coffee refill hierarchy.