Soon, it will be hot in Paris. In anticipation of this predicted heat, I went to find a fan today. The de Bretteville’s told me that once it starts to get warm, stores sell out of fans and, remarkably, don’t restock them. I had to find a hardware store that sells fans and that proved a challenge. In the end, after wandering around and asking about fans for 45 minutes, I had to travel a half hour by metro to the 20th to get to the Castorama. They did, happily, have fans aplenty, but lacked all forms of customer service. Once I paid for the fan, there was no bag or help or anything, just a table at the exit with some twine and packing tape on it to “make transport easier.” I’m no boy scout and my makeshift handle broke before I got to the metro. I don’t recommend lugging a very awkward box onto the metro. Does anyone have a screwdriver? Because I need one to put the damn thing together.

On a lighter note, the student party was tonight, and I managed to get a lot of mileage out of the open bar. So much so, that I actually went to a club afterwards and stayed out until the metro reopened. Go me.