I love Saturdays.

Today was successful:

1) Ate an excellent gruyere and anchovy gratin, made by one M. Leuchter.

2) Watched a couple of episodes of anime based on eighteenth-century French history and the crossdressers therein. Woo hoo.

3) Took a walk to a nearby bubble tea shop, where the proprietress gave Tyson and me French gossip mags to peruse. Who knew that Sarkozy wasn't an upstanding guy?!?

4) Ate delicious Mexican food. A rarity in Paris. Heavier on the chipotle than on the habañero, but hey, that's Paris for you. At least there were tortilla chips.

5) Went to an excellent shisha lounge with mint tea and bumpin' tunes.

6) Watched episodes of The Office.

7) Ended the night with this conversation:

Me: In order to get a French bank account, you need all your fingernail and toenail clippings ever...IN TRIPLICATE.

Tyson: How would you even do that?

Me: Tape them down and copy them?

Tyson: Would you like have to do it three times for each? You'd need like a 3-D printer.

Me: No, it's all of them ever. So you'd have to go back to babyhood and get them from when your mom clipped your nails.

Tyson: So you'd have to go back in time.
They need them to establish personal continuity.

Me: Yeah, I'm a new person every seven years.

Tyson: Right.
And they also need a sample from the pineal gland. They're Cartesians here.
Wow. That was powerfully nerdy.

All in all, a good day.