Tuesday Sep. 20

I noticed this morning that for the first time since I arrived, there were people walking faster than me, indicating that I am on the way to accomplishing a major objective of my trip. I'm like, whatever. This will probably mean fewer, less witty posts.

I took a couple of kind of shaky videos of my street to assist you in  continuing to be envious of everything I am doing. One  shows me leaving my building and walking down the block. The second shows me walking from the Picasso Museum to my apartment. 

Leaving my apartment:

Returning to my apartment (I am not intentionally stalking the muscular guy with the blue shirt):

Speaking of shirts, I have noticed a lot of people who seem to be wearing T-shirts that have English on them, but puzzling English. Like either they were composed by someone who speaks little to no English or they were composed by a brilliant writer who intentionally embedded clues and double or triple meanings for us to ponder. I see these all day long, these just from this morning:

"I prefer the drummer"
"No phone. Free zone."
"I prefer not to."
"In the fumble, in the rumble." 

And my favorite:
"F**k with Love"

That's it. My afternoon meeting got cancelled, I'm fully re-caffeinated and my t-shirt smells delightfully of the floral-scented shampoo I washed it with last night, so I'm off to explore.