Pretty pictures of pretty much nothing. Onward!

Bordeaux is hellof Medieval, but my intensive Art History training tells me this is more like Italian Baroque.

I’ve been really into windows lately. Anya, say something poignant about that.

Word.

This is Rue de Goya. It’s across from Rue de Henri Matisse which is in turn parallel to the Delaunay bus stop. How artistic is France?!

Bordeaux’s farmers market is tight. Dried kiwis are delicious.

I can’t find water anywhere in this country, but I know where to buy local wine by the liter at a wine bar.

Eating cheese has been cool.

Eating rabbit has been non-existent.

This is what was left of my Canel

The other day I started hating everyone and everything possible, so I decided to make a flipbook of myself smoking a cigarette and then slitting my throat. Emily said, “God you’re so French now.” How very.
I’m feeling almost totally recovered from my bout of ennui (Morgan’s patron saint), and have been having a great time with photography class and French people (mostly with their food and drinks, but also with them). From snow to bikes: onward!

It has been fuckin froid here. This is Bri on our way to photography class at 8h30 in the damn morning.

Cin