why, i think i might be starting to like paris better than new york.

it's just so damned pretty here, and smallish, and clean (well, besides the dog crap and pda's everywhere). and i find it easier to spend massive amounts of time alone here than i do in new york. i'm not sure if this is related to the fact that i am used to my life in new york not being alone, but i feel like it's ok to be quiet and isolated here. because the city is your friend. i don't even care if that sounds lame.

today i made friends with the brit who works in the village voice bookshop, a sort of famous "anglo-american bookshop" in st. germain de près. they sell 7.50 euro new yorkers there and 14 euro sunday times--absolutely absurd. but the guy (michael, about 45, bad teeth, very british) liked me so he gave me last week's sunday times for free. i can't wait to read what mr. ethicist has to say this week.

i bought guidebooks for my forthcoming trips to copenhagen and berlin. getting psyched over here.