Day three in Paris, another morning voiceless...
It took less than a day to lose my voice; the evening of day one, in fact. But here I am, in Paris. It doesn't really feel much like I am in Paris because I have been having really chill days hanging out in my friend's apartment for the most part. I haven't done a single touristy thing yet. And unsurprisingly I'm ok with that. I'm sure eventually some touristy stuff will happen but I came here for some time off of work and to hang out. This was sort of an unexpected, unplanned trip that I decided pretty late on to do. But it worked out and here I am. In Paris. for a week. Crazy.