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It's the Last Midnight
May. 30th, 2007 11:08 amWednesday, 11:09
May 30th, 2007
Wow, it's my last day in France! I just walked down to the city center, mailed my postcards, and had some breakfast.
I couldn't help but think of Seinfeld's Susan as I licked all those stamps -- you'd think that a country that can adopt the Euro would also get on the boat of self-adhesive stamps.
It's really over -- they were taking apart the red carpet today as I walked by. But it's been a wonderful time, and I feel as though I know the city by heart.
Of course, I was imparted with the visions of an old woman with a cane, wearing a black Italian-grandmother-style-dress, walking through the surf and getting her feet wet.
Or two old men, sitting at an outdoor café at the table next to me, smoking cigars and drinking huge mugs of frothy beer... at 10 am on a Wednesday.
My taxi comes to take me to the train station at 3, so I've got a good 4 hours to hang out at the pool, shower, and put on my traveling clothes. I did most of my packing yesterday, and am proud of the way I made everything fit even better than it did on the way over here.
My train leaves Nice at 6-something, and arrives in Florence at 7 am, so I'll be away, but wish me well!
May 30th, 2007
Wow, it's my last day in France! I just walked down to the city center, mailed my postcards, and had some breakfast.
I couldn't help but think of Seinfeld's Susan as I licked all those stamps -- you'd think that a country that can adopt the Euro would also get on the boat of self-adhesive stamps.
It's really over -- they were taking apart the red carpet today as I walked by. But it's been a wonderful time, and I feel as though I know the city by heart.
Of course, I was imparted with the visions of an old woman with a cane, wearing a black Italian-grandmother-style-dress, walking through the surf and getting her feet wet.
Or two old men, sitting at an outdoor café at the table next to me, smoking cigars and drinking huge mugs of frothy beer... at 10 am on a Wednesday.
My taxi comes to take me to the train station at 3, so I've got a good 4 hours to hang out at the pool, shower, and put on my traveling clothes. I did most of my packing yesterday, and am proud of the way I made everything fit even better than it did on the way over here.
My train leaves Nice at 6-something, and arrives in Florence at 7 am, so I'll be away, but wish me well!
