caveau des oubliettes.

or in english, the vault/cellar of the forgotten. it's a jazz club in the 5th arrondissement with overpriced cocktails and beer, but no cover charge. i've been there several times now, and can't get anough of all that jazz. paris is really quite amazing with its smokers and musicians and beautifully dressed people. i so don't belong.

i don't know why i don't have much to say these days. the riots are still going on, but dwindling down a bit since they instituted a curfew, started arresting tons of people, and apparently also threatened to deport convicted immigrants.

tomorrow i'm going to geneva for the weekend. i'll bring back chocolate and neutrality for everyone.