Paris had its moments however I was sick all the time I was there with what I suppose could be described without any real diagnosis as food poisoning. So in essence the first couple of days of the trip were that kind of bullshit and who needs it. No point in trying to figure out what caused that but one odd aspect of it was developing a very itchy patch on the side of my right foot, a kind of phenomenon I associate with an allergy I had when I was 16 or 17 which was caused by ingesting something, who knows what, I never found out. That case was much worse, and after days of scratching with a wire brush (ok, TMI) I was recommended car sickness pills which did the trick entirely.
Well everyone does it so I'll just say it, I threw up a few times in public places in Paris, it happened. This reflective picture was one I took just after the first incident, as I lay on the grass near the Seine not far from the Eiffel Tower actually and looked up through the trees. I was considering of course my place in the universe and what I had done to the universe to make it want to see me suffer. Answer came there none.
Forget about the vomiting ok. Here is an amazing dog I saw that looks like a beagle who escaped from a photoshop experiment not gone as wonderfully right as it might have. Very sweet.
This is not so much a photograph, well, it is but not of real creatures but actually black cow people with hands. Did you need that explanation? Unlikely.
Anyway effectively I was very sick on Saturday and Sunday, and then left France on Sunday to go to Cologne (a brief stopover) then the overnight train to Warsaw, which was I have to say pretty sensationally nice. Apparently the train is going to be discontinued in a few months which is a huge shame as it's so well worth doing.
More shortly I want you to fully savour my French experience before I move on to more funtimes or, as autocorrect might more correctly (naturally) have it, fantoms.