paris in the morning

its a brisk 50 degrees here in cloudy paris, i sit, in the park of les halles, using paris' free wifi (no more mcdonalds...but its cold in the park...and big macs are good....anyway) just as i looked up i see, a homeless man pissing. (seriously i was typing about the park, i looked up and the clodo was peeing) while on the subject of homeless people, before i saw the guy peeing in the bushes, the classic caricature of a drunk homeless man with an umbrella for no apparent reason walked by, kind of had the hiccups, coulnt really walk too straight, but at the same time not stumbling, using the umbrella as a cane...straight out of a disney movie.
as for the apartment search, the mother of xavier's girlfriend has graciously accepted to be my garantor, which means she had to get about 40 pounds of paperwork including letters and tax reports and bank statements, and photocopies and all this other bullshit, so now i start the appartment search with a "dossier impec"
I watched big night last night, this movie about two italian brothers and their restaurant, chef used to rave about it, and he was right it was damn good.
hmmm besides the constant appartment search, i am partaking in the joys of immigration, medical tests, take a number, can i see your file please, im sorry i cant take your file today, on the first visit i give you a paper with the list of all documents needed and tomorrow you can come and give me the papers... whats that? im sorry, even if you have all of your papers today, this visit is just to get the list of papers needed. but i suggest you come back early tomorrow morning. aie aie aie aie aie.