I've been reading Gregory David Roberts' Shantaram for roughly two weeks now, barely able to pry my eyes off this almost thousand page literary masterpiece, when I got an itch to ditch my room for some other cozy, comfortable reading spot. Completely blanked as to where that might be in London, I ended up in Paris, a city I've always wanted to go to, and now had nothing holding me back.
Aaaaah c'est manifique!
