26 avril 2005

Squish-squish

It's tropical rain time in Paris! I'm loving this. I believe I was actually meant to be born in India in the 1800s, just so I could experience monsoon Bromfield-style*, and due to some rare glitch in the birth-selection process, was created in France a century later. I've had a lot of fun on the street just now, and might have ruined a perfectly good pair of shoes, but nothing's for free in this world, right?
Anyway, I'm off again, so I have another chance if they weren't ruined yet.

* I only have a vague recollection of this book, so it is possible that I don't really want to experience monsoon Bromfield-style after all, but it seemed fitting just now.