Café de Flore, sidewalk under maple tree
waiter points at my foot resting on stool
says, "monsieur, s'il vous plait."
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A Diary
About Me
- Jay
- I'm an undergrad working on a double major in sociology and English literature. I write short fiction, poetry and the occasional freelance article.
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- Strange
- Send the message to headquarters, we are sending r...
- In the immortal words. . .
- Like most people on the internets, George Lucas ha...
- I got this result over a decade ago.
- Tips for Summer Fun!
- I am now an adult. My student loan and tax return...
- Let my internal dialectic session bloom
- Greatest bookstore, ever.
- Lunch, bagette hidden.
- Looking for falafel and booze
- Mary, I believe, in a Jesuit church.
- Sewer tunnel
- Sewer tunnel, where we saw the mysterious light!
- Outside our first hotel room
- A courtyard
- Uhhh, yeah.
- Gardens
- Typical Parsian street
- Where we stayed
- Notes from Paris, Final
- Add up events to build a day-pyramid
- Haiku/Sketch
- Computer problems solved, posts edited.
- Notes from Paris 3
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