On another front - food. Food is major bad habit. It provides me with warmth, comfort, joy, and a glowing sense of fullness, as well as keeping me alive. A necessary evil. So all week I have been trying to come up with the perfect adjective that will describe the food available in Paris, particularly French food. Today I declare that adjective to be: awful. Much more to come on this front.
Americans are too damn uptight. John Ashcroft, do not come here - too many statutes showing little boys' tinkles or women with bare breasts. My god, look at this ad hung on a subway wall:

Going on a road trip tomorrow. Looking forward to Schnitzel and apple stredul!
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