The city of love

This weekend I went to Paris again. It is always an exciting experience: you could probably live in Paris all your life without actually finding enough time to find out all the great things about the city. Predictably, it was my time to find out one of the bad sides: the thieves of Champs Elysee. The victim was my recently bought mobile, which I had placed conveniently on the table in a restau. A beginner's mistake that I am (hopefully) not likely to make again. Apart from the material damage (near 350 euros), I have come out of the experience shaken up, but in a good way. It was, in a way, sobering. For one thing, my jadedness for nice portable phones/toys has given way to resolve that a mobile is after all just a phone, and should be used to communicate, and not much more. Hence, an era of using my flatmate's old Nokia is on the way. And it feels kind of cool.