Robinson Crusoe

Robinson Crusoe

Yep, Robinson f**cking Crusoe! Since the apartment-hunt is not going all that well, for now I'm stranded on a little island the natives call Magny-les-Hameaux.
It's a little suburb about one hour outside of Paris and actually quite accessible from the city. So the Robinson metaphor might be a little exaggerated. Or maybe poetic, depending on how you look at it. But the metaphor was too hard to resist, as the village is largely deserted during the day since everyone who lives there works in Paris

The upside: You can walk in the middle of the main street, singing at the top of your lungs, since there is nobody there to hear you, or run you over. It's quite fun, I tried!
The downside: There is not really anywhere to go to, unless you wanna hang out with the 2-3 school dropouts smoking cigarettes and drinking soda outside the supermarket. Yeah Soda!They're not even proper alcoholics or at least crack-addicts! Yet...
Class starts next week, so at least I'll have something to do during the day, and as I said: The connection to Paris is not too bad. Still, I'm hoping to find a an apartment soon.
Till then: Waiting for Friday! ( Not a metaphor! I'm really looking forward to a good night out.)