my first day here, and i adopted a new identy to fit in as a frenchman. i am now "jean paul", and can be seen in ourdoor cafes sipping expressos and contemplating existential questions like ennui and the absurdness of existence. the railing behind me is covered with padlocks from couples expressing their love for one another. seriously, i didn't see many berets, only on some teenage girls and always on french soldiers. i had a good time wearing it the first few days, although some of my facebook friends thought it a bit ridiculous! oh contrare!
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