seluem sed eener aeslehc (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} kidferal) wrote,@ 2009-03-23 16:15:00 |
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i went to paris and all you got was this long entry
day one: i was still recovering from the flu on the plane ride over, once i got into my room, i passed out for 6 hours. when i woke up, i was completely healthy! i looked out my front window and i had a banging view of notre dame and some dope graffiti.
day two: went to the louvre. was completely awestruck by all the ceilings and 13-14th century italian paintings. NOT so much the mona lisa. very underwhelming. it was set in the middle of a huge beige wall in between multiple bulletproof windows and was about 2x3 feet...maybe? ya whatever, love ya da vinci! but no honey, you done betta.
day trois!: took the RER to versailles. BIG mistake. i shoulda known. there is no personal space in europe apparently. and on top of my anxiety about being touched, i have a hard time being around crowds...especially in confined spaces. i really tried to escape in the audio-guide, by the time i got to the hall of mirrors there was no fighting it, i was having a panic attack. i put on my faux raybans to hide my crying. i tried to find abandoned corners but for some reason they kept getting filled up with gobs of middle schoolers. i ended up passing the rest of the castle tour and running out to the royal gardens to throw up the only vegan meal i could find, bread and coffee. btw, the bread there is a spiritual experience. try it!
day four: went to the infoshop, but it was closed. went into the tattoo parlor next door, talked with the piercer. he gave me directions to a videoclub/subculture bookshop. went there and met the amazing lady that owned it. talked with her for hours, bought some french political zines. she told me of a local "punk" bar. on the way back to the metro station, i ran into a protest. talked with some of them, they were all professors and grad students, not typical punk kids. i had some interesting conversations, it was refreshing.
day five: went to père lachaise cemetery. one thing i couldn't stand about paris was how much civilization had covered the earth there...it still did in the cemetery but at least the trees in there were so old and full of life. it was nice to be around them. walked around in there for hours until they kicked everyone out. went to that local bar. i was told no one would bother me...ha. as soon as i walk in, it was evident that it was one of those places where everyone knows everyone and no one knew me. i asked the bartender (vincent) if he knew english and once everyone heard my american accent they were on me like flies at a fourth of july cook out. the bartender was cute. his english was bad, but better than my french. we talked whenever he wasn't dealing with customers or dudes weren't trying to hit on me. i had to leave at midnight b/c the metro stops running at 1230. dang.
day six: found out that one of my favorite photographers was having an exhibition at a museum right around the corner from me. went to that, it was lovely. i adore that guy's sense of humor. walked around the rest of the day. at nightfall, went back to that bar. it was a busier night, it being friday and all. nonetheless, vincent was very attentive to me...he even gave me some local drinks fo' free! including multiple shots of a liquor they created named "the clash". did i mention this is a "punk" bar? i'm pretty sure "the clash" is quite similar to the jungle juice we have back here in the states. newaysss, HEREEZZZZZZ where it gets steamy. vincent invites me to hang with him and some friends after the bar closes (at 2am, sheesh thats early). i said, fuck it, why not. i wait for him to clean the bar up. he takes my hand and puts his arm around me as he walks me through tiny curving alleyways to meet his friends at a speak-easy. password and all. we got pretty tipsy off whatever they were giving us. and of course i got involved in a tiny lil scandal, some dude came up to me while vincent was in the bathroom, told me i was beautiful and tried to kiss me on the mouth. i laughed it off but vincents friends didn't think it was so funny. whoops, whatever, not my bad. vincent didn't care...on that note, i spent the entire night with him. he walked me to the metro. and true to romantic form, he came running to my platform to walk me all the way to my apartment, but i had just left on the train. damn. i had an amazing walk home, i got to watch the sun rise, it was fucking beautiful. it was just the icing on the incredibly tasty night. <3
day seven: went to the eiffel tower. hated it. saw the arc and champs elysee and where marie antoinette got her dome piece chopped off. bam! walked around for the rest of the day, went to sleep.
day eight: flew back here. big mistake.
day one: i was still recovering from the flu on the plane ride over, once i got into my room, i passed out for 6 hours. when i woke up, i was completely healthy! i looked out my front window and i had a banging view of notre dame and some dope graffiti.
day two: went to the louvre. was completely awestruck by all the ceilings and 13-14th century italian paintings. NOT so much the mona lisa. very underwhelming. it was set in the middle of a huge beige wall in between multiple bulletproof windows and was about 2x3 feet...maybe? ya whatever, love ya da vinci! but no honey, you done betta.
day trois!: took the RER to versailles. BIG mistake. i shoulda known. there is no personal space in europe apparently. and on top of my anxiety about being touched, i have a hard time being around crowds...especially in confined spaces. i really tried to escape in the audio-guide, by the time i got to the hall of mirrors there was no fighting it, i was having a panic attack. i put on my faux raybans to hide my crying. i tried to find abandoned corners but for some reason they kept getting filled up with gobs of middle schoolers. i ended up passing the rest of the castle tour and running out to the royal gardens to throw up the only vegan meal i could find, bread and coffee. btw, the bread there is a spiritual experience. try it!
day four: went to the infoshop, but it was closed. went into the tattoo parlor next door, talked with the piercer. he gave me directions to a videoclub/subculture bookshop. went there and met the amazing lady that owned it. talked with her for hours, bought some french political zines. she told me of a local "punk" bar. on the way back to the metro station, i ran into a protest. talked with some of them, they were all professors and grad students, not typical punk kids. i had some interesting conversations, it was refreshing.
day five: went to père lachaise cemetery. one thing i couldn't stand about paris was how much civilization had covered the earth there...it still did in the cemetery but at least the trees in there were so old and full of life. it was nice to be around them. walked around in there for hours until they kicked everyone out. went to that local bar. i was told no one would bother me...ha. as soon as i walk in, it was evident that it was one of those places where everyone knows everyone and no one knew me. i asked the bartender (vincent) if he knew english and once everyone heard my american accent they were on me like flies at a fourth of july cook out. the bartender was cute. his english was bad, but better than my french. we talked whenever he wasn't dealing with customers or dudes weren't trying to hit on me. i had to leave at midnight b/c the metro stops running at 1230. dang.
day six: found out that one of my favorite photographers was having an exhibition at a museum right around the corner from me. went to that, it was lovely. i adore that guy's sense of humor. walked around the rest of the day. at nightfall, went back to that bar. it was a busier night, it being friday and all. nonetheless, vincent was very attentive to me...he even gave me some local drinks fo' free! including multiple shots of a liquor they created named "the clash". did i mention this is a "punk" bar? i'm pretty sure "the clash" is quite similar to the jungle juice we have back here in the states. newaysss, HEREEZZZZZZ where it gets steamy. vincent invites me to hang with him and some friends after the bar closes (at 2am, sheesh thats early). i said, fuck it, why not. i wait for him to clean the bar up. he takes my hand and puts his arm around me as he walks me through tiny curving alleyways to meet his friends at a speak-easy. password and all. we got pretty tipsy off whatever they were giving us. and of course i got involved in a tiny lil scandal, some dude came up to me while vincent was in the bathroom, told me i was beautiful and tried to kiss me on the mouth. i laughed it off but vincents friends didn't think it was so funny. whoops, whatever, not my bad. vincent didn't care...on that note, i spent the entire night with him. he walked me to the metro. and true to romantic form, he came running to my platform to walk me all the way to my apartment, but i had just left on the train. damn. i had an amazing walk home, i got to watch the sun rise, it was fucking beautiful. it was just the icing on the incredibly tasty night. <3
day seven: went to the eiffel tower. hated it. saw the arc and champs elysee and where marie antoinette got her dome piece chopped off. bam! walked around for the rest of the day, went to sleep.
day eight: flew back here. big mistake.
