Turns out I probably would marry a tramp then...

I appear to have grown very emotionally attached to the tramp currently residing at l’Université de Nantes. I’ve got a lot of time for the guy, he keeps himself to himself, spends his day tidying his many many bags which are immaculately organised. A sad realisation – a tramp is tidier than myself. When we first arrived I got on my “moral high horse”  - “a tramp living outside a Uni, that’s disgusting you wouldn’t get this is Britain!” But i’ve really started to feel for the guy. I want to take a photo of him but i’m scared he’ll think I’m weird although he’s the one who stands facing the wall having what appears to be a very deep conversation with it.  I’ll get one up soon.

Liam: “Are you Claudine?”