Have arrived in Paris with a marked sense of optimism. Everything went smoothly today, everyone I met was helpful, if not downright jolly!, I had to pay less for the bass than I expected, it arrived in one piece, my taxi driver carried it into the hotel for me, and I think the friendly desk worker at the hotel gave me free breakfast for the next two days. I wonder if isn't the spectacle that I am that makes people be nice to me--gigantic bass, little me--but whatever, I'll take it.
In the cab on the way to the hotel, heard a French version of the 80's hit, Always something there to remind me:
What?! Is it possible that this is in fact the original version of the song?!?
You be the judge.
