Resting with Nasser

Now successfully in Paris, I am staying on Nasser's couch on rue de Galilee, adjacent to the Champs Élysées. Frankly, it's the coolest flat I've ever seen: there are mirrors and lasers and paper mâché glued to the walls and ceiling.

 Crucified teddy bears; robot tea machines and trash cans named Mr. Ash.

I've been resting my feet, which are still wounded from wandering on the cobblestones of Amsterdam. 

Yesterday, I further exasperated my feet by walking ten miles - all the way to Notre-Dame.