Today we returned to the Louvre to view the small-format 19th-century paintings (and spent some time with Ingres and Watteau). I felt especially weak and sickly all day and the cough has been getting worse. In search of a cure, Liz and I went to a café after class for bread and a milkshake (which I don’t particularly recommend ordering. It was nothing more than a 6€ frothy chocolate milk. But, my god, it hit the spot).

Here is what I see every night walking home. Also, there is a button I have to push in order to leave my apartment complex on the side of this gargoyle's head.