Day 171: While I'm Eating Bad Airline Food

You get eye candy! When I uploaded photos from my Five Dolla Date with Robert, I realized I had around 20 photos from Paris left on my memory card. It was like Christmas morning! They were all from my last full day in the city and I must have been too distraught to upload them when I got home.

Psst. Dudes...when you see me next, I'll BE THERE.

On her last day in Paris, Girl Writer got very emotionally
attached to things like big pillars with eagles on them.

She walked south towards the Paris Opera and wondered
why she didn't get her sh*t together enough to see a show there.

She thought about all the famous people who had
sweated and screamed on that stage.

She fell more and more in love with the building.
It was like they were meant to be but the building didn't realize it.

Ultimately...
like all love stories...
security escorted her off the premises.

She kept walking south and passed the cafe where, about a week
into her stay, she had a weird 'We Are The World' epiphany
during the Paris Marathon. Marathons do that to a girl.

She flirted with a churchy cathedral, but it didn't say much.

She photographed a fountain at a jaunty, tipsy angle
reeking of the desperation she felt.


She went to some contemporary galleries with a strange
Italian woman whom she neglected to photograph and
whose wedding she now has a standing invitation to...
Should it ever occur.

Eventually she couldn't deny the truth any longer.
Heartbroken, Girl Writer got on a plane and went home.