I left my spare change (4.5 Euros) and a letter of thanks with Guilhem, took my still-sopping clothes off the line, ate the last of my food, and got on the train to the airport, where I saw many army men with unholstered guns:
I guess they're around for the fascist rally I saw yesterday. The city was crawling with them last night. I'm taking the train to the Paris airport for what will probably be the last time ever
Bye
,it's been real.
Real lonely.
