We stumbled across a stunning fireworks display with Paris as a back drop on the stairs of Sacre coeur. I drank wine, and was happy. Then i went and boogied to Mr Scruff. Good times...
Then on the metro home...
I was still pretty drunk, and tripped on the step up to the train. I fell forward into the large metal pole which allows people to hold on when standing up.
A large group of Algerian men laughed at me. I pretended to be amused when actually it really bloody hurt..
And there you go, I think that short few hours is gonna sum up my year. Such accidental success and abject failure, just another year abroad student really...
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