Bon jour, mes canards! I’m spending the next two weeks here in Paris, doing the apartment exchange thing (there’s some value to living in the Great American Metropolis–people want your place!) I hope to report on le feminisme and transness here in France, and also make some of you green with envy.
More later–I splurged on a traditional dinner (vegetable soup, confit de canard, crème caramel and 50 bloody cl of wine) and need to sleep it off.