From Writhe’s journal: The train pulls into the Toulouse station and the information desk is closed. I wander the station a bit and ask a few backpackers where the youth hostel is and they don’t know. I decide to wander[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: People are more than willing to give strangers money in Paris. There are also people who go into stores and restaurants and clubs to sell flowers. This would not be tolerated in the US. There was this[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: Chartres. The cathedral was very dark. I took as many pictures as I could anyway. There was a certain stairway inside that gave me an overwhelming feeling of awe. I don’t know what it was. All these[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
