Stop

Somehow got up at 2pm, then napped from 3.30 til 5pm?! Don't know what's wrong with me. What is this year abroad. In the evening I went for drinks with an assistant who I'd met at the training days, Daniel, and his former flatmate Lauren who went to Warwick though is now graduated, which was nice. We were somehow out for a total of 4.5 hours, going between bars/Irish pubs/gay bars (?! Not really sure how that happened), by this point fully convinced that drinks prices in Paris are ridiculous - upwards of 7 euros for a pint of cider?! - but succumbed to the fact that we couldn't do anything about it.

Got the last train home and realised on my (er, sober) walk from the station that I hadn't taken a photo of the day, so here is a nice sign.