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Rue Oberkamph at Sunset, originally uploaded by Miss Laura M..

We did nothing yesterday except walk, freeze, use the internet, and eat omelets with leeks and a goat cheese so mild that it hardly even registered on the tongue. J____ was unimpressed. I swooned.

“Where do I get hard cheese?” she asked.
“Italy,” I said.

The last time I ate this much cheese, in a moment of optimistic but ultimately failed vegetarianism, I came away with a cholesterol reading of 245. That’s approximately equivalent to that of an 85-year-old man who’s gunning for his third cheeseburger-fueled heart attack. At least now I’m smart enough to get some exercise and veggies along with my gruyere.

We walked from Belleville through Oberkamph and the Marais down to the Seine, to Notre Dame, where I ducked inside to get warm like some medieval street urchin. I love how the inside feels vast and intimate at the same time, how it reeks endlessly of incense. Twelve hours later, I’m still coughing.

Then I went to H&M.