i ate a lot of cheese (and and even more pan chocolat), spoke a little broken german (and even less broken french), saw a shit ton of art, drank the local dranks, danced, rode bikes through robin hood territory, walked maybe even more than i do living in new york, and caught up with two dear friends i hadn't seen in 1 & 3 years, respectively. and i am proud to report, my shopping was kept to the bare minimum.
|locked up abroad|
|accidentally looking stereotypically parisian in paris|
|a hornenflugel (?) in berlin|