It's all about you, of course it's a good book.
Yes. That's right. People love me.
I have police problems First adamant 'you can't do that' in France. Not because I was sketching, but because I was sitting on the ground. Seems that is illegal. Bit of a bummer really, because there are no benches here. You are only allowed to sit down in the cafe terraces according to these police. I'll try again this evening. I need to finish this sketch and sell it.
I'm down to €150 in pocket. Nice hotel is paid for for tonight. New jeans. No new boots yet. I have 25 Meters of paper and new very nice pens that seem to be good for 4, or 5 sketches each. Laundrette this evening. Shave. Bath And hit Avingon with whatever I have left after paying train fare (hopefully covered this evening). I'm guessing it will be about €25.
Just met a very beautiful person who has spent most of her life in France and lived in Brixton for a couple of years when she was 18. I hope to see her again before I leave. I have a Million and One questions to ask She has one of the most lovelly names I've ever come across. Obviously, her parents are fucking hippies.
I'm WiFi-ing sitting on the ground outside McDonalds (they're good for something). It's probably illegal. Gotta move on - I am falling out with Montpellier. Feel like I've outstayed my welcome! Police have been very cool and friendly generally. Perhaps they will leave me alone this evening.