For those of you envying the fact that I'm living in Paris right now, stop.
Its 83 degrees outside, and there is no air conditioning - anywhere.
The train workers are on strike, so no one can leave town.
The metro is hell. You wait, sweating, on the platform for the doors to open - when they do, your body is suddenly engulfed in a blast of hot air. It is ungodly.
I have already taken two showers in the past 5 hours in an attempt to cool off, and last night I went to bed with a cooler pack from the freezer.
Last time this happened, nearly 15 thousand people died.
"Springtime in Paris" indeed.
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