The Museum National d’Histoire Naturelle literally transported me back in time, but not in a particularly good way. The building was musty and the displays were disappointing. Talk about taking the theme way too literally. Surrounded by bones, we made our way up to the second floor of the museum, then walked over to the Jardin des Plantes, where we had a much better time.

It was one of those grey, rainy days in Paris. Our friend Isa who was with us that afternoon told us that there is always one month out of two during Paris summers where the weather goes apeshit. July was summer-ish, so obviously it’s August that sucks.

Currently listening to:
Broken Social Scene
Forgiveness Rock Record

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