The flight was late, long, and loud! I got to the Paris airport already wrecked. Passport lines! Taxi lines! I forgot about French power adapters and had to go to an extramaly fancy mall (La Defense) to fin the french version of Best Buy. When I got back to the room I was utterly destroyed. No Rothkos. No post-rothko dance party. It’s all I could do to make it out for a little dinner (pho) an a Pariesian IPA! Oh la la.