rust and stardust

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Why are we playing games? London’s terror alert has been raised to critical. I’m just passing the time.

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next time you’re washing your hands next to somebody cup your hands under the tap until the water overflows then look at them dramatically and say ‘this water is getting out of hand’ it’s a guaranteed way to make friends i have never tried it but it is guaranteed

Today started out with moving hotels, and now our new one is more central in the city and adorable as frick. It’s actually an apart’hotel and our room very small and has a rickety little metal staircase that leads to a small upstairs floor. The windows are facing the little street outside and we currently have them open to let the cool night breeze in (the weather has been perfect with sun and a little wind).
The first place we visited was Le Sacre-Coeur basilica which yet again had spectacular architecture. It’s on the highest point of Paris so we had a great view of the city.
Next to the basilica is a little area called le Place du Tertre where artists display their work. I saw some beautiful pieces (and also witnessed some amazing works in the making today) and had to get my portrait done by one of the artists that do them specifically. He was a talented old French man who was extremely friendly and, even though my cheeks hurt from smiling for 45 minutes, it was worth it.
After we decided to do some outdoor street shopping at le marais and had a nice little dinner outside.
It seems as if everyone smokes in Paris and, combined with the car exhaust fumes, my lungs and allergies have been struggling along. But the fashion really does make up for it. I’ve never seen people and been inclined to examine how they put together their outfits before coming here to Europe. All of those tumblr fashion posts I admired? EUROPEAN. Also, the men dress spectacularly with their fitted jackets and skinny jeans and oxfords and glasses.
I definitely have more to say but I’m tired and my feet are throbbing and I tried to make this post once already but lost it and had to re-type all of this on my phone and I am ready to sleep.
Tomorrow is the Louvre and I am ready to die among the art goodbye friends.

"You shall call me Sir or Lord Cumberbatch of London”
You know, it is just possible that you won’t be welcome.
No, it isn’t.