rain o shine, i made the most of the past few days. dinner parties. dead animals. dancing. and a memorable encounter with a certain inebriated algerian pop star. what more can you ask for?

rue princesse. my new fave street. in the 6th. street art and an english bookshop. what’s not to love?

last night, i found the harmonica-playing, fedora-wearing, sensitive singer-songwriter hipstas. i swear i coulda been in brooklyn. but i was right here in paree. in belleville. at a spoken word event. very finger-snapping, boho-bobo cool. altho not everyone had a way with words. spoke to one performer after the show. who unfortunately spoke english. as his first language. so i couldn’t chalk up his repulsive (mis)use of words as a linguistic misunderstanding. nope, this guy knew what he said. and he meant it. EW. it’s funny how you can be a continent away. workin so hard. to try new things. in new places. just to meet the same ole d-bags who are readily available back home. i would like to teach a course to the less-evolved members of the male species on the words you really shouldn’t use around women. at least outside of the boudoir. (i mean really, i think there are only two, right?!) oh, i’m so uptight, i know.

anotha english speaker insulted my hometown. which i’m sure he’s never even visited. don’t mess with texas, i said! yeah, i really did. i was thisclose to getting onstage and singing the stars at night. are big and bright. clap clap clap clap. deep in the heart of texas! except i guess we would have to substitute snaps for claps in this environment.

ah well, i can always perform that next week. cuz it goes w/o saying that i’m going back, right? what can i say? it felt like home.

spent yesterday following a bunch of strangers around my hood. unlike my previous street-stalking missions, this time the people actually knew they were being tailed. the walking tour leader showed us the sights. and my new friend led me to the best of the graffiti…er…street art. gotta love meetup!