I am so tired. I can't go into my room for anouth hour and a half, I've walked for way longer than was interesting or physically pleasant. Paris is a lot nicer in the summer, I've decided. I've had quite a few very succesful french coversations, which is always a nice feeling. Owen wants me to buy him a snow globe, but the truth is, I'm scared of the tourist shops. I walked past a thousand, each one I decided wasn't the one for me, even though they were all exactly the same. EXACTLY. They even had the same person working in them. An old man carried my bag, that was nice of him. Running out of internet. And consciousness. And spelling ability?