A Tale of Two Cities

Paris and Seoul are different, in some ways polar opposites. In certain aspects Paris seems superior to Seoul. As mentioned below, it's not ugly. Also, I can venture out into public with my shoulders exposed. If I do this in Seoul I almost always get mistaken for a Russian prostitute, which really upsets me (not to mention how angry it makes Sasha, my pimp). There is more romantic freedom here, couples of all ages show affection in public.

In other ways, Seoul has Paris beat. The throngs of tourists here could get tiring, especially when they are in groups yelling at everyone from the top of an open bus (I, dear reader, am not a tourist but an intrepid travel writer with a unique, insightful and valid perspective, much like Elizabeth Gilbert). Also, shops and restaurants close here. I mean they actually shut down. And you can't buy things. And cafes only serve food at certain times. It's all very confusing. As is the subway map.

But I've loved walking around the city, along the Seine, through the Louvre, along the St Martin Canal (where Amelie skimmed stones). I've also enjoyed, sitting in the apartment studying with Emily. The holiday so far is lovely.....

Paris is a city of giants, as evidenced by the size of the doors.

The local flower shop

"Bangul bangul"

I love this photo. Can you guess why? Hint: it's not because of the hat hair.

Emily is not taking her PhD seriously enough

You can have any colour, as long is it's cream

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