French connection

So this morning I tried sending a probe down my mind to check what kind of emotions I carry for Lebanon…. The results were as excepted! Apart from the village, parents and pets there is nothing left.

In the meantime here I am spending my mornings at St-Michel working (more like trying to work) from coffee shops, enjoying this rarely observed (nice) Parisian weather.

Funny, here I am sitting in Starbucks and the ever-famous-sandwicherie "Paul" facing me… this brings memories of ABC Ashrafieh!

One of the good things about moving to a city where you can rely on a public commuting system is that you can find the time to read without actually allocating a time to read. Just reading in the metro and bus totals to one or one and a half hours a day.

So there you go, my share of useless rambling for the day.