Vive les différences

Day two in Paris. Seems like the first few days are always about the differences between there and here. A distinct lack of flying insects means no window screens. The typefaces of Roger Excoffon are alive and well and in heavy rotation. French in the mouths of children is infinitely more adorable than English.

I imagine that if the US hadn’t flattened everything and installed escalators everywhere we couldn’t flatten, we might have less of a weight problem. I lost count of the stairs between the airport and my dormitory.


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