tomorrow makes two weeks in france already. so beautiful here that at times it’s hard to believe. the french rush nothing and things like people watching during your morning coffee and skipping stones in the ocean are perfectly acceptable ways to spend one’s time. i spend my mornings in class with an amazing professor who talks to me all morning passionately about politics and art and history. the rest of the time i spend reading amazing old books and walking on the promenade and playing with the stones on the beach and swimming in the ocean and exploring the little cobble stone streets of la veille ville, where half the people are italian and there’s a gelato store every half kilometer.