Wandering though a passage way, I came across a store that sold French hats. Since this was expected to be my last stay in France on this tour, it was now or never, so I entered the shop and ended up buying a hat. Surely, with this hat I would perfectly blend in with the local population. Later I learned that my hat was from Italy :P. I normally don’t enjoy buying clothing, and a hat is something I would have never really identified me with before. Still, for some reason this hat made me very happy as it perfectly captured and somehow embodied what I felt in this moment.
Today was a rather slow day. I got up at 8:20 to get breakfast at the hostel. This time they had bread \o/. I was the only one eating there, everybody else (there was a group of elderly people staying at the place too) must have gotten theirs already. At some point C. came down to get her breakfast too. She however decided to eat in the garden.