all last evening and all this morning and afternoon we tried to figure out how to get the money for the apartment. we have the money, but no way to get it out of our american bank account on time. so we have some pastis at a bar and think about it.
later i got yelled at for strolling in and using another bar's restroom. they're pretty touchy about that stuff here. oh, and i stepped in dog merde (which is everywhere, everywhere i tell you) and dragged it into an internet cafe.