If I were to describe my time (this time) in Paris, I would probably tell many stories of interesting events I walked into, or amazing places I visited, or things of that nature. What I might not mention is my current impression of life here, which is basically 'my mouth is falling apart'. When I arrived back in December, I went to the dentist because I was having pain. He did some major work, and I was happy. Then on Friday, the first day of a road trip out of Paris, I lost a crown. So today I went back, again, to my dentist's office, and I'll go, again, tomorrow. I imagine it will end up like the Scottish Death Flu (a sickness I acquired while visiting Edinburgh). If prompted, I'll remember it happened, but my narrative of events, given the choice, will omit the bad (or uninteresting) stuff.