Sunday, November 22, 2009

What's in my bordel of a bag



In French, when something is disorganised it's not just called a mess, it's called a whorehouse.



Clockwise from left: camera, wallet, eyemask (!), giant sunglasses, diary (with orchestra membership, sketches, postcards and lonely planet pages tucked in), hand sanitiser (swine flu!), bow hair clip, earplugs, two necklaces, assortment of pens and a pencil, Neutrogena hand cream, two eyeliners, pawpaw, lipstick, lipgloss, hair creme (! Free sample at Kiehls), Carte 12-25 (reduced fare on trains!), ticket to see Massive Attack, train tickets from Lyon to Avignon and back to Paris, various jumble of life (Grenoble taxi business card - don't know when I got this, travel tickets, Velov' tickets, Avignon art fest brochure, brochure for the Palais des Papes in Avignon, Avignon tourism pass, business card for the Moroccan teacave in Lyon, Palais des Papes admission, receipts from H&M, business card for a shoe store....), iPod, mobile phone.

Oh dear. I really don't know how it all fits in such a compact bag!

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