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Paris time: 9:45 am.

Since we get back to Paris a few days ago, Mag and I have had petty full days even if we didn't necessarily have anything planned. The weather has ben phenomenal with today perhaps being the brightest and hottest day of the whole week. even in Normandy, the two days we did stay were supposedly the only two days it didn't rain this year. What can I say I shine up places you know. My people have been shining before there was a shining guild.
Since the first day I got here, we've been hanging out with Magali's friends on and off. Some of them date back to when Magali was just a teeny tiny 10 year old. Cedric, Alix, Sebastien (of "under the sea" fame) are all cool and I've hung out with all of them atleast twice now in different settings. Last night it was a sheesha bar called Shainez, we've been there twice already and plan to go tonite too. The place has a great atmosphere, great food and the guy who runs the joint is a great dude with a great sense of humor. Oh, and the man makes a mean mint tea.

After the sheesha bar, Mag and I hit up a spot we checked out earlier yesterday, a bar called The Great Canadian. They were playing the Leafs vs. Ottawa game at 1 am Paris time. We caught the game at the beginning of the second... the score was 3-0 Ottawa. Moments later, it was 5-0. We left after the second period cuz there was no reason to destroy my whole trip for the Leafs. I bitched and moaned for about ten minutes in the car but was mysteriously reminded of numerous hindi songs during the trip home- which I then began to sing and translate for Mag. She seemed pleased but i'm pretty sure she was ignoring me and thinking about Canada.

She's sleeping right now, she was exhausted last night. Driving around Paris is seriously hard. If the one way, one lane streets don't get to you then the pedestrians will. If that wasn't enough you also have to be vigilant against motorcyclists veering through traffic with complete disrgard for lanes, sidewalks and speed limits. Last night, while looking for a parking spot in Montmarte I encountered what can only be presumed is the most stupid guy in Paris. At a small crossing of two one way one lane streets, he parks his car in the middle of the street and proceeds to walk out of his car towards a bar. When Mag gestures at him about what he was doing blocking half the fucking street, he gives her the thumbs up and points to a narrow path that he has graciously left open for us. We did get through it, but only because Mag's car is another wonder of Tiny-ness in this teeny tiny city. Don't get me wrong, Paris is huge; however, everything IN Paris is tiny.

As I type this out, Mag's grandparents are visiting to work on Mag's garden with her dad. I decided to stay in till Mag gets u, which probably won't be till 12, thats about two hours away. Its my last full day in Paris, so Mag and I will play a lot of poker before we go to Shainez and have some crepes. Now all i have to do is wake her up- a task even Charlemagne would have faltered at.