Dawn?

It's official: I'm no longer a morning person.

But, it seems, neither is the rest of Paris.

While I once cherished the mornings as my most productive time and felt at ease "jumpstarting" the day, it took every once of willpower to drag my sorry self from bed at 7:30am. I need an early start; there are too many things I should've done yesterday but failed to do because of post-Nuit Blanche exhaustion. So Tequila and I took to the streets of Paris just as they were shutting the street lamps off.

And I was shocked to see so few people walking around, heading to work, buying breakfast, whatever. After all, 7:30 isn't really that early.