Panico?
Fame?
Muffa?
... and you get ten points if you can figure out what I smell of.
I am currently impregnated all the way down to my undies. Even my socks honk of mold rather than sweaty feet (too cold to sweat). But the French have taken their obsession with bleu de bresse one step too far. From the chairs to the curtains, the plenary to the toilet, there is no escaping, UNESCO is rotting and I am with it.
The highlight of this morning was sitting on a soggy chair in the conference room. I am now wondering if one of the delegates relaxed so much that their bladder gave way.
Maybe today I reek of mold and urine combined?!
Paris as seen on the way back from the conference. Pic taken by Anders!
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