Well more and more goes on as I make my way through France. I'm being perhaps the worst tourist ever, eating the same French foods 3 days in a row, quiche lorraine (or as I like to call it bacon quiche). I haven't ordered any wine native to the region yet because i can't figure out what is made here. And my beer? Belgian. Things are progressing slowly. I can somewhat speak to people now, so long as they take sign language. I attempt to avoid all possible responsibility here. I am doing my best not to get a bank account, cell phone, or french insurance. All three are things people insist I must get. Too bad, I'm cheap.
My room is freezing constantly. Today's temperature in Fahrenheit? 8. It's as bad as it sounds. Anyways, I've still been out and about. 40 miles in 6 days. Spending all my money at the bookstore. (Side note: They're obsessed with manga and comic books here.) Anyways, interesting things blah blah blah.
McDonald's is delicious here. It's actually somewhat classy. Nobody realize how terrible it is in America. When the French want food that's bad for them, they go to Quick's (currently serving the Jedi Burger) or to McDonner (which I think is an Iranian knockoff of Mickey D's). McDonner is the sketchiest place I can find here. It feels like home. Also, they refuse to eat dinner before 7:30 most nights here. Yet every restaurant near me closes at bloody 5:30. I can't figure it out. And I'm hungry. And cold. Send Kraft Mac n' Cheese and Tony Chachere's.

Salut