Bus ride into the terrorist-stricken country, toulouse at night, photography, drinking with locals, a true French bar, offered stolen watches in Lyon, bohemian hostel, reading along the waterway, Paris, Eiffel Tower, Moulin Rouge, the Louvre, gallons of rain, stinking boots, Pere Lachaise cemetary, Jim Morrison's grave, booking the ferry back to Iceland...back to home, three weeks left, once on the train I began missing France