Today in Paris...

1. I was told by a medical doctor in a painfully condescending manner that I should immediately get off anti-depressants, as they "are not candy, you know," unless I want to be addicted to them for the rest of my life, and that "everyone gets blue once in a while." Oh, gee, is that how it works, doctor?

2. Four more disgusting, poor excuses for men leered at me. "Bonjour...eheheh..." What is that? What are you even trying to do there?

3. I saw a bulldog lapping up its own urine.

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Paris redeemed itself to me tonight in the following ways:

1. a young boy in a suit free styling on the metro

2. a free piano concert in a darling church ("Chopin by Candlelight")