SATURDAY 10PM – UZMAI'm exhausted. This afternoon I walked all around Montmartre, peering into cafés, searching for galleries where Sylvain might be hanging out, dashing in and out of bars, and generally looking like a tourist with no friends. I did stop to eat at MacDonalds, which I know isn't the most healthy type of meal but it's certainly one of the cheapest. My feet ache, despite these once comfortable Converse and I feel grubby. I went to the market, too and purchased some knickers and a couple of t-shirts which set me back twenty Euros, money that I can hardly afford to spend, but another day spent in the same clothes will have the other guest house occupants noticing. At least it didn't rain this afternoon, but it's quite chilly. Most of all, I'm frustrated at not finding my boyfri
