Running around Paris morning, noon and night has its charms, as does moving my junk out of friend's appartments by rent-a-bike (aka Velib). It does, really. Not getting into accidents, life being a balancing act as you wend your way from one place to another, all highly philosophical stuff really.
But it's just not fun when you lug a heavy box a few kilometers, only to find that the rent-a-locker place is CLOSED because it's saturday and it's past 5pm. Come on people! Can't a guy have a life AND need to move into a cube?
Incidentally, I will now have on my business card: "proud cube lease-holder". Cause I am. 65 Euros a month! In Paris' scenic Marais (swamp). Which, for those of you unfamiliar with Parisian geography, is the gay jewish ghetto. Coincidence?
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
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