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so district 11 aint so bad at all, nice little cafe was introduced to us thismorning by bird, opposite this internet cafe which charges a staggeringly reasonable 2euro an hour; and there are fruit markets every wed and sat out our window in the paved and tree-lined middle section of rue de charron - or "our street". makes lucy a happy camper and me a well-fed one.
am indeed feeling a little like a camper because i have scored a blow-up mattress which fits nicely into the rectangular side knook of the appartment (also known as the walking wardrobe). general proceedure is to crawl into lucy's side of the fold-out bed in the morning and drink tea in '3-little-piggy' fashion. due to birds grown up person early morning (before 9) wakeup call we have been getting out of the house at the respectable hour of 10 and ambling around. lucy has seen most sites and big touristy things were accomplished by my determined father and i when i was here 10 years ago but we went to the aus embassy to check out the voting proceedure and it happened to be situated around the corner from the eiffel t so we unintentionally kicked off our visit the mainstream way. not to worry it is quite a grand structure (listen to me!) and kicked the reality of being in paris directly into my face. getting off the plane and heading straight to birds appartment on metro was a little surreal, especially when flying direct from italy. we had been accustomed to arriving in new destinations over-night, so a one hour flight to another country was a bit of a mindfuck.
rodin garden and gallery yesterday was quite nice, particularly because it's getting chilly outside and the freshness of the air through the garden is in stark contrast to the sometimes smelly streets of paris. hard to see the sights when one's head is down in the effort of dodging spit, dog-poo and non-dog wee. quite disgusting yes, and i guess the parisian's welcome winter so these things freeze and can be literally kicked aside.
will head over to the shakespears bookshop on several recommendations and ask some questions about the music scene, the street mag is packed with countless acts a night but it's hard to distinguish between good and bad french music when you have no idea. am up for some of the electro/punk scene here and there seems to be a shitload of blues - which you can't really go wrong with and will be a good backup. going to fork out for a tour of the louvre tomorrow, or the next day which will be good. regret not doing that in rome because the vatican museum flew over my extremely un-arthistory-educated head. sad.
ok to the market it is in my new wool jumper. may have to buy some shoes today, my 5-yearold addidas trainers are quickly disintegrating and will be dust soon. go latham! i will be submitting my preferences tomorrow... ciao for now
am indeed feeling a little like a camper because i have scored a blow-up mattress which fits nicely into the rectangular side knook of the appartment (also known as the walking wardrobe). general proceedure is to crawl into lucy's side of the fold-out bed in the morning and drink tea in '3-little-piggy' fashion. due to birds grown up person early morning (before 9) wakeup call we have been getting out of the house at the respectable hour of 10 and ambling around. lucy has seen most sites and big touristy things were accomplished by my determined father and i when i was here 10 years ago but we went to the aus embassy to check out the voting proceedure and it happened to be situated around the corner from the eiffel t so we unintentionally kicked off our visit the mainstream way. not to worry it is quite a grand structure (listen to me!) and kicked the reality of being in paris directly into my face. getting off the plane and heading straight to birds appartment on metro was a little surreal, especially when flying direct from italy. we had been accustomed to arriving in new destinations over-night, so a one hour flight to another country was a bit of a mindfuck.
rodin garden and gallery yesterday was quite nice, particularly because it's getting chilly outside and the freshness of the air through the garden is in stark contrast to the sometimes smelly streets of paris. hard to see the sights when one's head is down in the effort of dodging spit, dog-poo and non-dog wee. quite disgusting yes, and i guess the parisian's welcome winter so these things freeze and can be literally kicked aside.
will head over to the shakespears bookshop on several recommendations and ask some questions about the music scene, the street mag is packed with countless acts a night but it's hard to distinguish between good and bad french music when you have no idea. am up for some of the electro/punk scene here and there seems to be a shitload of blues - which you can't really go wrong with and will be a good backup. going to fork out for a tour of the louvre tomorrow, or the next day which will be good. regret not doing that in rome because the vatican museum flew over my extremely un-arthistory-educated head. sad.
ok to the market it is in my new wool jumper. may have to buy some shoes today, my 5-yearold addidas trainers are quickly disintegrating and will be dust soon. go latham! i will be submitting my preferences tomorrow... ciao for now
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