This year will be only the second time I’ve celebrated thanksgiving. As a British girl, the holiday doesn’t mean much to me, but I’m enjoying how into the festivities the Americans I’m around are.
Paris is turning into a festive wonderland. I’ve been caught in a good few downpours while out exploring all of the pretties, and haven’t minded getting soaked through at all. This realisation came after I paid 8€ for an umbrella which lasted less than 5 minutes. Of course you don’t trust street vendor umbrellas. Of course. I haven’t embraced the rain so emphatically since my fresher’s week in Edinburgh, when I assumed that it would rain every day I lived there, so I should just get used to it. It didn’t, so I didn’t.