that stupid feeeeling. from chainsmoking in a brioche dorée and the doldrum weather and having to deal with my no hair tie. and not being able to find a cardigan, anywhere. and my host mother being awkward and asking me if the chicken wasn't good, and looking at my broken jacket zipper and saying that it's a lost cause. (but then, me going to a shop which sells the same jackets, and a nice girl who called the company up and then told me that there was a petit souci on the assembly line and that of course she would send it back. and the sharpnosed look of french guys (and the makeup on their girlfriends, whoo). and wishing i were elsewhere.