Yeah, he's just what all my conversations end up being about, especially this week, seeing all the pictures of him crying and stuff... I miss a shit-ton of things about Paris and being in France, like, every day. Everything here is inconvenient and irritating. I miss the métro, I miss speaking French, I miss not even needing air conditioning, I miss hearing those little French sirens, I miss the way people in the streets were dressed, I miss getting photos printed at fnac and smelling pee in Châtelet, I miss guys playing the accordian on the train, I miss souvenir shops and crêpe stands, I miss not being that impressed when I walk by Notre-Dame, I miss hearing Christophe Maé on the radio... I could go on for the rest of the morning but it just bums me out. So instead of talking about ALL THE THINGS that hurt I just focus on the one.