Do I look angry in this photo? I’m posting it to remember that travel isn’t always fun and easy, for as wonderful as this trip has been there have been times when I wanted to scream or cry or not be on my own. This morning was one of those times.

Yesterday I bought some clothes, including the jacket I’m wearing in the picture. It was a splurge but it’s fashion. Today I was walking to Musee Carnavelet when I had a premonition. And then it happened: a pigeon shit on me. First I heard it hit my sunglasses, then it ran down my new jacket, hitting all the fancy buttons on the way, ending in one big turd on my pants. Ugh. Also? It hit the inside of my sunglasses. Just how did that happen? I screamed, flung my glasses into the street, yelled obscenities, searched my bag for a tissue and then gagged trying to clean it off.

So. Yeah. I was close to the museum but realized I was in no state to look at beautiful things. I ducked into a cafe where I sat not reading my open book for an hour, attempting to re-group. I made it to the museum and my day sort of turned around. Looking at the picture I see a little smear of shit on my side of my face. I’m off to go dunk my head in antiseptic.

Kisses to you all, dear readers. Kisses to you all.