In Aix-en-provence, sitting on the roof after hacking into the wireless at this craphole we're renting. The roof is pretty awesome, view of the city with a covered, couchy area and bbq. Our room, however, is in the basement/cellar, and I have to do the limbo to get down the stairs. Quite literally, the ceiling hits my chest if I do not "duck" to get down the stairs. Someone also thought it would be cool to add ambiance to the room by arching the whole ceiling and making it lumpy. Sort of like sleeping a big marshmellow. A moist, sticky, dank marshmellow. Anyhow, not here to sit in the room, so it's all good. Back to vacationing, grillin time. 
drewyoon:
jealousy abounds.