twisty long long streets of paris

thea,

no way i am mad except with love. . . study hard do not worry about me. . . i will see you soon and we will have the most beautiful time.


i am in paris now.
i am staying at a hostel of course, it is okay because i am not planning to be there much.
i arrived yesterday
it was so hot compared to the mountains of norway where it is still in the depths of winter
i walked all over in my slipper sandels because i could not bear to put on my sweaty shoes not too much damage done

i ended up quite grumpy at the end of the night with the twisty long long streets.
i might have swore a couple of times at the absence minded-ness of the parisian muncipality to clearly label streets.
mostly i found what i was looking for. . .which is what i'm not sure
today more walking this time with sensible shoes.
to the louvre which is so much of a zoo i decided not to go into the exhibitions
it is mostly leftovers from colonial idealism and there are more interesting ways to learn the history of place.

i climbed up to sacre coeur and then down to a local brasserie for a beer
sweets and beer seem to be what i am living on here. . . .
i met a political artist and he spoke english so i was too shy to test much of my petite francais
though he was very sweet and said it was nice to hear different accents.

every place i am i think i should stay longer. maybe live. first i need to find a job.

okay i am off.

elizabeth
where are you will be in edmonton when i return?

Take Care
Love, Ruth

~Life is Mad Love! Das Leben ist wütende Liebe! La vida es amor enojado! La vie est amour fol! La vita è amore pazzo!