So here's the deal - I can't even post my pictures until I get back to Paris because I took them with my phone, er, I mean my iphone (no, I don't have an iphone yet. Not an appropriate expenditure as a vagabond in Europe.)
But take my word for it for now -- t-rust me... this one girl from Madrid, who is in a rock band had jet black hair and red lipstick and was wearing some kind of Frida Kahlo-esque red schmata she says she made herself and she was so ad-or-able, preciosa! I can't wait to show you that and other findings.
Lame!!!... I know.....just jabbering on without pictures.. but I swear I'll make up for it asbestos I can. Here's a picture of me in the meantime, though it probably offers little in the way of consolation. Just kidding! I hold my street stylishness to be self evident. Just kidding again! Where do I strike the balance between tediously self-effacing and self-congratulatory? You decide.
(I'm looking at Frida Kahlo now.. Did she even wear this thing on her head? I think I imagined it.)
God Bless America
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