Halfway

One year ago today, I took my last swim of the summer at the lake, and got on the plane to come live in Paris.

Tomorrow's the real anniversary of my arrival here, but tomorrow I prolly won't blog, because I'm hopping on Eurostar to go see Jf, who's spending a few months in Cambridge, UK in an internship with Microsoft. That should be fun... I've wanted to see either Oxford or Cambridge for a while, and it'll be nice to see Jf again. I'm also seeing some friends in London on my way in and out. I'll be back in Paris on Monday.

Today I had to go get a piece of paper from the préfecture that says I am okay to live in France, because my titre de séjour ran out yesterday, and my new one won't be ready until October 10th. This despite the fact that I started the process in June. The documents I had given them justifying my address apparently weren't right, twice, including when JD got my landlord to sign something, while I was away in the states.

I think if I hadn't been traveling out of France tomorrow, I wouldn't have had to get the piece of paper today, but what was I going to do if I got stopped by the police? The woman on a bike in front of me the other day was pulled over by a policeman on a bike, for I don't know what reason.

Anyway.

On my way back from the préfecture de police, passing by Notre Dame, I actually saw a hunchback (is that offensive? prolly is... ). He was a tourist.