You know you're having an okay day in Paris when you're whistling along with the waiters at your study cafe to the background music of Mr. Andrew Bird. The next song was Heartbeats.
And it's a good day when you buy the perfect fitting vintage shirt for five euro less than you expected to pay.
I celebrated the first day of June by picnicking with a long-term friend and watching the tan lines around my rings deepen.
I officially have one month left, which in abroad time equals five minutes, so I better get back to work.