… is coming, eventually. This is me, being anti-climactic as usual. But, Happy 4th of July!

It’s also a good thing I’m a modest photographer (read: terrible) so I cannot rely on beautiful photos as a crutch for my experience. You’ll just have to trust what I write. Though the problem with believing, however foolishly, that you’re a writer is that everything means something. There is symbolism and reason for every mundane occurrence from the old lady in the Metro to socks stand in the market.

That said, I am off to spend my day with free admission to museums (Hooray first Sunday of the month!). I leave you with a video of my roommate [Removed], Alexis, and I running through the markets, not realizing that our usual route to the park becomes a flurry of vendors on Sundays. Let me also add that while it may seem like only 10 people jog in this entire city, if you’re hanging by the parks, particularly the big ones like Jardin du Luxembourg, the runners are concentrated there.