Bonjour de Paris, France.

I arrived yesterday, and as expected my luggage did not arrive. It didn't matter though because luckily i had some ski boots and spare bindings in my hand luggage to keep me warm. Still though, i managed to buy a baguettte, navigate le marche and take the metro, which i might add is amazing - fast and terribly easy to use. My knowledge and understanding of French is absolutely useless, and whatever i learned at home is too slow, too convoluted and too well, 4-year oldish.

I am staying in le Bois de Vincennes, and my hotel sits just, as in only just, outside Paris proper. In fact there is a sign that says 'Paris' as if you are about to enter. I can sit by my window, look at the sign and wonder what lays beyond it. There is a cemetery next door, and just beyond that an American style 4-lane expressway chocked with peugots and square-looking Renaults. Presumably the cemetery was designed for proximity, so anyone who tries to cross the road can be scraped up and deposited beneath the ground just in time for happy hour.