paris, france.

i've been to notre dame 4 times in three days. and cried every time.
my french isn't THAT bad. my hair is gross. italian boys like me. i'm almost finished with "the bell jar" by sylvia plath. i have my own room in a hostel on the 7th floor with one huge window that easily slides open, no screen. i feel kind of sad but totally good. i can't get over how beautiful every building is. yesterday i visited the d'orsay and wished i was the only person there. people were taking photos of the paintings. i thought that was weird and their flashes made me headache-y. i had a croissant and coffee for breakfast. what time is it in austin? i have a bad habit of missing people.