I bought a pineapple at an open-air market and I just ate it until my mouth hurt.

Food update (beyond pineapple): dorade (which is “sea bream” in English. Do we eat this in the US? The French name is so much more appealing. I don’t want to eat anything called “bream.”) wrapped in lettuce with a shrimp and sun-dried tomato stuffing. It sounded really weird to me too, but it was actually good. I’m kicking myself, because my dish was pretty and I forgot to bring my camera.

Three people I go to school with have asked me to teach them French. The girl who asked me is Russian, and when a Russian comes up to you and says, “Can I ask you bery serious question?”, the answer to that question is immediately “Yes.” Plus, it was a huge compliment to my French abilities that they would choose me. So I went to St. Michel today to buy textbooks for my impromptu language school. I love textbooks. I spent an hour and a half in the tiny French language section of the bookstore, with all the different texts spread around me, with everyone in the store stepping over me, comparing and contrasting. Maybe this will be really fun…