By the early afternoon, I was completely recovered from the previous evening. I finished the rest of my assigned reading and my French homework and went out for pizza, French fries, and Evian at the pizzeria on Rue Mozart. Later that evening, I met with Brigeth for un chocolat (essentially a chocolate bar melted into a mug) and discussed possibly jetting to Dublin for St. Patrick’s Day.

Here's a picture of Notre Dame.

Objective Truth: Some people eat french fries with a fork. Some use their fingers. The first time I used a fork I felt like a tool. Really, stick to fingers. It makes the fries taste more like beef.