Je suis tombe.

Today I fell on the stairs in the Metro on my way back from class. I could use excuses like the ground was wet or I was wearing heels, but basically I just wasn't paying attention. My tumble has revealed two things about Paris that I did not previously consider:

1. Parisians pretending no one else exists usually bothers me. But, I really appreciated it when I wanted to pretend I did not fall down the stairs and everyone else played along.

2. There is no ice in Paris. Where is the ice? I can tell you where it's not: on my knee. Instead there is a bag of frozen berries that I plan on returning to the freezer before Madame gets home.

I guess I can thank my lucky stars that this is the most embaressing thing that has happened in two months. C'est la vie!