Not really.
For the third week in a row the cleaning lady knocks on the door, Carrie says "Entré," there's no response, keys jingle, the door opens, and realizing that Carrie and I are asleep (comme d'habitude between our 8:30 class and our 2:00 class) she hangs a trashbag on the door and leaves. Our floor and sink have not been cleaned for FIVE WEEKS. This would not bother me except that our floor collects enormous amounts of debris from the stumbling drunkards, dust rhinos and, apparently, the Daily Distributor of Debris who comes in like the Tooth Fairy while we sleep and drops black dirt all over our linoleum floor. I swept a solid pound of filth from our two modest floors and am considering writing a multilingual letter to the cleaning lady about how I'd happily sacrifice one nap in order to keep the soles of my feet clean for just two damn minutes.
That being said: here are the pictures of Paris. Enjoy.
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