(This is just an explaination of what will probably be a wierd writing style. Skip it if you have a short attention span.)
I'm pretty sure it's impossible to write about France in a way that will completely satisfy me. There's just too much that happened, and too many thoughts and emotions that went through my head. I think that instead of writing about the whole thing in chronological order, I'm going to write in detail about several key events, not nessescarily in chronological order. I think that will give a better impression of what it was like. It doesn't seem like something that happened in a specific way over a finite period of time. It seems like an alternate universe that I've lived in indefinately but that I was only able to see for a limited amount of time. The France plotline is completely seperate from the plotline of the rest of my life. (I love how I've kept journals so obsessivly for so long that I now talk about my life as if it is a novel. Like, I've been known to refer to my friends as "characters.") So... sorry if the giant gaps in the story are bothersome. They're probably filled with the boring stuff that you have to do when you're a tourist. I don't really feel like writing about that.
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