keep smiling

don't go to paris if you want to keep smiling.

it hurts. so much. people in paris know how to dress. there is the one or other exception but generally people know what to wear and what not to wear in paris. waiting for my train this morning at konstablerwache this became even clearer to me as i was watching people around me. this is big time bothering me in frankfurt. brown shoes with black trousers and dark blue jackets. purple handbags with light brown jackets. very bad looking shoes. there are no limits. and i don't mean poor people that have no choice. i mean people with leather handbags and the little croc on their shirts. aaaaaah!