Midnight in Noordwijkerhout, The Netherlands. I’m watching a French movie with French subtitles. The room is hot. I have no chocolate. I am really watching an awful French movie with French subtitles (in BFE, Holland). Not surprising given the French.
Remarkably peaceful and cheerful for a large part of the past looong weekend, Paris gave me only a total of 4 rude people. Except that all four of them happened in the last six hours we were there. Two rude waiters and two two rude informationistas at the Louvre. Everyone else until then had been really friendly, on par with the misconception that an encounter with one asshole automatically renders his entire tribe a bunch of irredeemable pricks. Hence, American popularity abroad.
I’m watching a French movie with French subtitles. With no chocolate. And it’s hot in my hotel room. Gah.
