After French class, I went home to catch up on my sleep. Brigeth and I had to catch cabs home, which meant that it was a long night (the subway stops running at 1:00 am). Finally, I was able to get the internet in my house and I began my quest for a bicycle.

That evening, I explored St. Michel again, this time meeting up with Jean-Luc for sangria at a bar I liked very much. We met a couple of Parisiens, who led us to two other bars. I learned a little about how forward French men could sometimes be. On the other hand, a Scottish teenager bought a rose and sent it my table. I also had my first glass of Grimbergen. Ultimately, this meant another cab ride home.

Objective Truth: The men here wear plenty of ponytails, only a few mustaches, and no beards.