New Look!

Well. Our program in Paris ended, which means I am officially a college graduate. To celebrate, on Thursday I bought new funky glasses and dyed my hair bright coppery red. I've never really watched Scooby Doo, but I'm pretty sure I look like that Daphne character.

 

Anyway, it is always fun to have a drastic change, and for the rest of the day I felt almost as if I was wearing a disguise- hiding amidst a crowd, my favorite thing to do. I hopped a train south to Avignon, writing and reading Hemingway and listening to opera on the way down. It was pretty late once I arrived and checked in, but I was excited to go out and get myself a Guinness and big salad and celebrate my new haircut and freedom. I put on my hot new leather jacket atop the outfit I was already wearing-- boots, dress, leggings as usual-- but unfortunately, this pushed me over the thresh-hold of sexiness and twenty minutes later I was at the Carrefour supermarket, stocking up on couscous and raped carrots, too hungry and exhausted to handle all the smarmy male energy and cat-calls I was getting everywhere I went. Oh, South of France!

Luckily, the guy who worked the night shift at the hotel was much more of a gentleman, and was happy to help me procure utensils and a plate and a place in the refrigerator for the remains of my feast. I went to my room and had a lot of food and a little bit of a breakdown and took some pictures of my new look. Voila!