I’m back at the hotel - it's one of those efficiency hotels with a kitchenette. It's sort of the shits. I’m sleeping on a trundle bed, right around the corner from the Moulin Rouge. Seriously. It's not horrible, but it just feels sort of skanky. I’m spending Tuesday with an agent, looking for flats so keep your fingers crossed for *the ultimate Parisian pad.* Ha.
It still doesn't seem like I’m going to be living here - I can't believe it.