Two Things I Love About France

1. CAF. I want to marry CAF. How much does it cost to live in my room, in my Foyer, every month? 280€. How much do I actually pay every month? Less than 40€. Why? Because CAF (French welfare, basically) pays the rest. Oh, and am I a real French person? No, I am essentially a Resident Alien on a work permit. It is going to be so hard when I get back to the States and actually have to pay my own rent, because if I don't I am a lazy druggie commie pinko.

2. The Litchi-flavored liqueuer I found at the Champion yesterday. Suddenly I am back to lounging on the grass at the library, reading plays aloud and stacking up litchi-candy cups into odd sculptures. Except with alcohol. I really want to send a bottle to the Divine Dictator.