I was all excited to make a collage about the new Harry Potter book (I mean play … but it’s canon … but it’s not actually entirely written by jk? but it’s canon …) but reading it left me feeling very conflicted so I went with Stranger Things instead. I’ve seen two episodes and a snippet of the third and I am terrified but I like it. I’m still not sure it warranted quite the Internet explosion it received but whatever. Anything that celebrates the eighties is automatically cool with me!
Also anyone else considering an Eleven costume for Halloween?
Hi hi. Life is gettin crazy! Turns out moving and starting school take up a fair amount of time, ha. I finally feel almost at home here now that I’ve found places for all my plants, and I’m looking forward to a weekend filled with laundry, cooking real food, and actually going outside. Here’s some links:
Shakespeare’s crib?! The whole place is so incomprehensible. You find yourself going that is a thatched roof. An actual thatched roof. That is a swan. An actual swan. That is his garden. His actual garden. That is a rubber duck with his actual face on it. Why did I just buy that rubber duck with his actual face on it? You get thankful there are so many convenient benches around because you suddenly need to sit down a lot. You try to remember everything you’ve ever read and you get hella inspired to reread it all when you’re less dizzy.
You wander around in a sober stupor and suddenly find yourself way out of town, and there’s a Pizza Hut there, go figure, and you eat the salad bar because you’re suddenly hungry, and you listen to all the normal British families having normal British conversations about bread sticks and Strictly Come Dancing and you think over and over you guys actually live here?! You do math homework and grocery shop and poop in the same town where Shakespeare lived?!
You rush back to catch a play at the Swan, you stumble to your b&b late at night with the lines still floating around in your head, you wake up early the next morning to find flowers in the market and place them on his grave. There’s not much else you can do. It’s Shakespeare’s crib. Shakespeare.
So I’ve decided to start sharing some images from 2013, when I was traveling a lot. Back then I wasn’t into Instagram or anything but I still took tons of photos (did you know, people who don’t have Instagram still take photos?!) and it’s been fun to revisit them and find a few artsy ones amid the thousands of quick-get-the-shot-to-remember-you-were-there-then-run-to-catch-the-métro-there’s-so-much-to-see ones.
I’m staring with Père Lachaise cuz it was my favorite place in Paris, and if that’s a cliche, I don’t much care!