*yes the above nasty images are a result of me being drunk on champagne and falling into a pebble wall in lyon, but i want to say that this was no fault of my own. french people, particularly artistic ones, seem to like to celebrate as much as possible when appropriate, and if it wasn’t for their generous hospitality, i would not have downed glass after glass of champagne and dance like i’ve never danced before.
like my friend cécile (who lives in paris) said : “of course they had free champagne. we make it here.”
viva la france!
miraculously i still haven’t had a cigarette for over a month - despite being inebriated to the point of face-planting it into an inanimate wall and being surrounding by nicotine fiends.
i heart you lungs.
liver? maybe next time.
[p.s. the above photos were taken by my friend jess in the bathroom of our super cool hostel room in madrid]
