journeyman

i don't particularly like paris. there, i've said it.

it's not that its much wrong with the city, it's just not that fun, nor interesting. fashionwise it seems like everyone want's to be about forty years old in paris, the height of your career, maybe like your parent when you were a kid. And only seening fall/winter collections all in black and maybe, if you're lucky, a little grey when it's august and 25°C outside makes me feel ill. bah.

but one thing was nice in paris. walking. my poor shoes are almost worn through the soles now, and i'm still in wonder how my legs could bare it, even though they hurt a little towards the end.

I'm writing in the wrong order, because i was in amsterdam and antwerp before going to paris. so please excuse my parting from the timeline. thank you.