having never defined the purpose of this site, i almost feel that writing in it as a simple diary is somehow lessening it. but i shall shrug this off as snobbery, and muse on my recent weekend.
they may be cheese-eating surrender-monkeys, but it turns out they have some other things going for them too. in fact, apart from paying 20 euros for two bracelets which will serve only to remind me of the ability of opportunism to override human feeling, we had not a bad experience. fine cheese, wine and music seemed to approach from all directions in abundant quantities. when this was occuring in fine weather, beautiful surroundings and pleasant company i needed nothing else. the whole thing was an 18th birthday present for lucy and she was pleased, so i was pleased. i am a simple creature.
the latin quarter was pretty much the business. bars overflowing onto winding cobbled streets, strange music and sweet smoke wafting from high windows and hookahs, tall beers and sweet jus de raisins, it was enough to make me wish i could continue a single sentence all evening. if you ever go to paris, go to le piano vache, for all your alluring barfly needs.
other things i liked:
political grafitti in tourist-trap toilets - “fuck le CPE”
grafitti by tiling! - as if space invaders landed in 1858
my favourite french singer, the best installations i have ever seen, and motorcycle karaoke under one roof
tintin - l’objectif lune on dvd for 10 euros
crêpes crêpes crêpes
market at la bastille, for far more than i could eat
thanks paris, i’ll be back. photos to come