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	2.7.04 Oi  I'm in Paris. Apologies, loves. I haven't blogged because I felt I had too much to say, but since I've heard (from a raving, deported Kraut) & well that no one cares about travel-twaddle, I'll buckle down & merely say that I miss London & its Regent Street, & that I've been spending my time well enough. I'm off to Rouen tomorrow (today), upon the imminent arrival of my landlord. A very small number of items or learnings (in short declaratives). The Euro (savvy?) is like Formula 1 in so far as it is good. My neighborhood (in the 10th) is just south of, and north of, and east of rubbish. I was mistaken for a Kraut ('German'). Volvic will do. Moulin Rouge (The Most Pointless Place on Earth Today Given That It's Next to Real Whorehouses) is non-smoking. Amy had a dream that I was driving for Ferrari (in a yellow racing suit) & that NJ Transit was one of the sponsors. Which is brilliant & ridiculous. Of course, it would be a Williams.  :: 8:52 PM
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