After being sick all week upon arrival to paris, i finally did some house - hunting; today i visited a rich old woman in her palacial apartment near the eiffel tower (fancy area) to talk to her about renting a maids room in one of her buildings.

lets see so other than being sick, ive done a fair bit of what youd expect a natasha in paris experience would be (ahem, *broke* natasha)- spinning my wheels, eating macarons, freaking out. i was completely sure that the preagreed upon 5 day stay was firm (with my couchsurfer) so when saturday rolled around and i was sick and homeless, and sunday rolled around when i seemed to have misunderstood him to have said something lke 'ok so you're out by 5 pm tomorrow got it?' i started to freak out a little. mostly bc i have a very large suitcase too big to fit through european doors it is full of shoes = heavy!! so i msged lots of couchsurfers with little success until i finally posted a major SOS on the paris group bulletin board sunday night (on the couchsurfing site). monday at 5 im like out the door and he comes home and hes like oh ur already leaving? u can stay another day or 2 if u need to u know.

fucking language barriers.

david sedaris humor has been quite comforting for this experience lol.

but anyway. got myself a cute little shoebox with a view of all of paris (in the quartier latin) and everything inside is new which is nice. and it has an elevator up 5 of the 7 floors... major plus! now after spending all day going to banks of scotlands all over paris to find out theres no banks for doing banking, im trying to figure out how to get nearly a grand by the morning, and what i want for dinner.

lol.

on a more normal note (or perhaps less normal), saw a movie of serge gainsbourgs life it was cool.