From the sleepy Paris suburbs, this is obscure season 4 in American tragedy.

I'm your host, your friend, your ear lover, and literary mansplainer in chief Michael Ian Black

reporting today from...

Oh, I can't remember the name of the town.

It's something like...

Marl...

Marsevoir.

I don't know what the hell it's called.

But it's like a little suburban outpost

about 20 minutes outside of Paris.

It's the final stop of our Grand Tour de France. Well, maybe maybe maybe

penultimate stop because we are going to spend one night in Paris the night before our flight so

that we don't have to get up at an ungodly hour and then make our way to Charles de Gaulle

airport. So that that really is the ultimate stop. In the penultimate stop stop where we're going to spend the bulk of the last week of our trip.

He's here outside of Paris in a, in a, in a, in a, in a, in a, in a, in a, in a, it's a, it's a New York City. And she's exactly right.

I don't know if you've ever been to Westchester County, but it's a, it's a, it's a populace and old

county outside of New York City.

And there's, there's some lovely towns there and some not so lovely towns there.

And, you know, it kind of runs the gamut.

But it's very built up and densely populated and at times unlovely.

And that's kind of what we're experiencing right now as we reside here in this

Anxion Airbnb.

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