Hello friends and lovers. You're right in thinking this doesn't sound like Blizz, because it's NOT! I received a request to update my blog, and as I don't have one, I decided to borrow. Trespass. Usurp.
Okay. This is my first time. Here we go. This weekend we went to Toulouse. That's the fourth largest city in France, but it is quite quaint as a matter of fact. I had a really lovely time and didn't even cry once! Here is some documentation.
This is me on the train. I am so excited! The French villages were so picturesque it was like someone built them 500 years ago just for me to marvel at from a train window. But then I fell asleep.
This is my first real French quiche, and NOT, as some of you might have thought, a regional skin condition.
These are two of Blake's colleagues, Ana from Germany and Crystal from Trinidad. We found them at the train station and then they left us in the rain.
Here are some bomb-ass chickens roasting away at the Sunday marche the next day. Here's what happened: we bought a whole one of those suckers, took him to the park, and ate him with our fingers!
One of these gargoyles is an impostor. Can you find it?
A bridge.
Blake trying to make a new friend.
Okay, looks like my time's up. Seems that I'll have to restrict my contributions to the sidelines from now on. It was fun while it lasted. Now comment so much so Blake will be jealous. A bientot.
If you're into the minimalist japanese aesthetic at all, welcome to Muji. I cannot stay away.
Yeah, it was as cold as it looks.
No matter where I am, my mind is usually elsewhere. Obviously someone had the right idea.
Marais
Marche Bastille.
The food at this place wasn't spectacular, but the ambiance was well worth the price of admission. We actually went twice.
Laura, salade. The yellowness of this place, inside and out, was a welcome contrast to the omnipresent gray.
When it's so cold, you inevitably end up doing a lot of this, which isn't so bad after all.
This is me on the train. I am so excited! The French villages were so picturesque it was like someone built them 500 years ago just for me to marvel at from a train window. But then I fell asleep.
This is my first real French quiche, and NOT, as some of you might have thought, a regional skin condition.
These are two of Blake's colleagues, Ana from Germany and Crystal from Trinidad. We found them at the train station and then they left us in the rain.
Here are some bomb-ass chickens roasting away at the Sunday marche the next day. Here's what happened: we bought a whole one of those suckers, took him to the park, and ate him with our fingers!
One of these gargoyles is an impostor. Can you find it?
A bridge.
Blake trying to make a new friend.
I bought a ticket to 
