Before I go anywhere with my ramble, I’d like to thank Heather for posting an entire post about me (really bad for my ego). You too look good misses ! Heather is a flight attendant for a major US carrier and also has a blog. She discovered through her website statistic that many, many people were searching for Emirates Cabin Crew Job information. So she did a research for herself and fell on mine. By the way, that’s her on the left there. Thanks again for the link ! Check out her rants here : http://shouldbewriting.blogspot.com/
Ok. After riding my Velib’ for hours today, after poping in the Frog & Rosbif for a little catch up with whoever I’d find there (there’s always someone I know), after crispin’ in the cold sun all afternoon I decided to head for my good friend Hadrien for a good old “soiree”. Of course we were later joined by the whole french gang. Quickly turning his small bedroom in a squat. It happens everynight there. Of course we blabber along on various and completely random topics such as politics, finances and the daily dose of drama that everyone of us will see in the papers or worse, TV. A few beers and vodka bottles joined the happy few along the way and the then quiet evening turned into SOMETHING ELSE ! Being nostalgic as we’re all are here in France we cranked up his system and selected some truly rare beauties. And I’m talking special 90’s gold. The likes of TLC, with “No Scrubs”, Shola Ama with “You Might Need Somebody” and many more along the way got us in a karaoke frenzie. At one point I was starting to ask myself what I did to deserve a simili karaoke while I only really wanted a quiet evening with my good pals. Nonetheless I was hooked, banging out tunes from my iPod. Busta, Mariah, and some other glorious things from the 1990s. Of course each one of these songs are related to an event that happened in our young days. First kiss, first dance, first home disco at home with Mum & Dad taking care of the pizzas in the kitchen while couples were forming in the living etc etc. To a point in the evening were we went really down the road of souvenirs and let our hearts sing out some really crappy french R’n'B. Alcohol not helping, it was all getting really ugly. I needed some air and decided to leave as we’re planning a birthday bash tomorrow in one of our favourite hangouts, Le Buveur de Lune.
made sure I got the dogpile in the frame…
Feeling the Parisian vibe again is a good thing. But sooner or later things will start to irritate me, big time. Like those rascals asking for cigarettes when you’ve seen them light one up a few blocks away, that dogpile bang in the middle of the walkway, the car parked ON the pavement leaving you two options : squeeze yourself between the actual car and the building wall, leaving your pants in such a state you can only imagine (french do not have clean, spotless cars I can assure you) or if brave enough, you can bypass the car by walking on the street, thus risking your life, because if a taxi comes by at this very moment, well, you’ll no longer be part of this world. This very situation occured this afternoon to me. But strangely, I survived ! How can they ?? Yeah I saw my entire life before my eyes for a second as that white Peugeot came at great speed nearly cutting my new Diesel pair into shorts. Another thing that annoys me to an unbearable extent is the french bitching. God that’s all they do. Bitch and whine. Gimme a break !
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A good thing about Paris, is the abondance of bakeries. You cannot walk 500 meters without coming across at least 3 bakeries. And just smelling those fresh baguette I couldn’t resist getting one for myself. MYYYYYYY PREEEECIOUUUUSSSS. So i I did eat the whole thing. The crustiness of the outside, the tenderness of the inside aaaaaaaaaaaarhhhhhhhh I was in heaven. If you stay long enough to enjoy a Parisian baguette, indulge yourself with a vintage one or “A l’ancienne” as they call it here. You’ll be on another planet before you munch away for another bite.
And to finish off for today I’m letting you have a french soundbite. Learn french with this song :
Brilliant photos!!!
Trés trés close to the perfect illustration of Paris : everything happens on the pavements… it’s where they get drunk, where they sit and show-off, where they buy stuff (or just imagine they do), where they park their cars, where they dump their unwanted goods (btw notice how neatly displayed those goods are? i’m telling you, you’d never see that over here! lol) and of course, where their dogs do their “merde”.
Yup, you got it all!
Ah-ha! Thanks for the post…didn’t expect that much, either.
Your blog is great! I’ll be following you, so keep up the good work.
Heather Poole