I went to France in my dream last night!

With A, my French tutor... ;;; She is due to go back soon, and I joined her, instead to going down to Christchurch. It was all very last minute so everything was in a rush. By the time I arrived in France, where A told me to take off my glasses because they are 'too bright', I remembered that I should probably call my parents to let them know I will not be seeing them anymore.

It is pouring in Paris, and it doesn't even look like Paris, but some slum corner of an unknown city. We get into a taxi with an Indian driver, who takes us to this brick hostel building with wire fences, that looks gloomy and cold and not very welcome... But here we are.