Canal St. Martin

This is the one place close to where I am living that I actually enjoy. Until the inevitable creepy guy decides to stop by and chit chat. This time he had cold sores…sexy!!! And tried to get me to go drink beer with him in his flat. Yeah that sounds like a good idea. I’m not quite sure how to explain to these guys that it not flattering when they tell me I am beautiful because I am fat. I suppose I should just go with it and be flattered.