This morning I used a free public shower in the 5th arrondissement, near Place Monge.
I am living and working in a bookshop for my last month in Paris. With seven tumbleweeds and only one hour in which we can all shower, most of us rely on musty books to mask our musky bodies. Although I am already fantasizing about my own personal shower, I am reveling in the romanticism of nomad filth.
This is how Paris should be experienced.