our summer is sweet, but fleeting

infinite apologies for my even more infinite procrastination. perhaps it wasn't even that, let me be honest with you, I simply didn't know how or where to start. this summer, and by that i mean the month of July, was spectacular.
i miss paris and my newly acquired friends dearly. i miss macarons, early morning pain au chocolats, petty cigarette thievery, the boys at the reception, watching Ab Fab with the boys at the reception, the metro, the lack of air conditioning at the Lycee, rape cheese, being breathless after running to get there before curfew, getting there after curfew, being serenaded by certain individuals with guitars in the late hours of the night, stealing baguettes and hiding them in different appliances, french cheese, prix fix menus, that waiter from Cafe Cassette, the chorizo pizza from O'Neills, the sporadic naps, the bal des pompiers, the tattoo place with the thoroughly attractive employee, talking with zon until the wee hours of the morning, the nostalgic playlists created, the ongoing sexual deprivation, the constantly switching from english to spanish with Yesenia so no one could know what we were saying, the latina porn, the parisian air, that one red vespa, the night chameleons from Buddha Bar, constantly seeing my father through greco-roman sculptures in every museum, getting lost in the metro with James and Yesenia, the long rants from a certain individual in Existentialism class, hating Martin Parr, bitching at american apparel from chinese restaurants, getting lost whilst it pouring rain on my birthday, the Animal Collective concert, stealing Thomas' chair and getting punished for it afterwards ehrm, that one horrid italian place where oli and spencer somehow managed to scarf down that nauseating lasagna, Pere Lachaise pilgrimages, gawking at Mehdi whenever possible, the bibliotheque du cinema francois truffaut and the fact my knees gave out when i entered it, that man who ate 5 lit cigarettes in a row in front of Centre Pompidou, the Winter Gardens, the wonderful hot chocolate from the not so wonderful expresso machine, getting sung Happy Birthday to me on the line 4 train at 12 midnight, and many many many many other brilliant experiences.