Paris? And 'his crowd. Arrondissement crossing, you see new faces! You dive into a sea of \u200b\u200beyes, expressions, clothing a completely different. Want an example? The large boulevard around noon! Housewives blatantly rigged as if they were to go to night clubs - yet we are in broad daylight! - And career women with the ipod in one hand and a shopping bag in the other. The gendarmes with their distinctive blue jackets overseas shoulder to shoulder with the boys on leave for the holidays this year. Clerks with gray and alter the inseparable baguette under his arm will advance through the old men of high society who flaunt mink coats on the value of a car brand new. Men and women of all ages and all races walk from a pedestrian crossing to another with seeming indifference. There are homeless people, decent in their extreme poverty, but much of certain smiling retailers who observe them intentionally harassed. Shopping and window displays the same unbridled luxury that is at odds with sleeping bags for those without a roof to shelter from the cold here is what the City of Lights! A sea of \u200b\u200bpeople, the Parisians, in good faith believe to be the navel of the world. Look at them one by one and it is as if they told you: please, do not ever stop even for a moment! Life is the precise moment when you look at me, do not stop to think, but continues to look at me: ah these Parisians are a really shameless exhibitionism! Among the most famous monuments and incomparable views that will steal the eye every time I return to Paris I discovered wonders of which practically ignored their existence. Like, almost midway between the Esplanade des Invalides and the Eiffel Tower, the Fountain of Mars: not just a fountain, much more! It stands in all its grandeur in the rue Saint Dominique, right in front of a boulangerie of the same name with the adjacent coffee and end tables. A very small dated a few centuries, the late nineteenth century style furnished, wonderful bread and croissants, glass cases with all good things, logically loyal customers, you sit in one of the tables to make a memorable breakfast in terms of goodness and low price. Behind the counter just a shame that there are two women, one tall and young, the other squat, with a pair of goggles, a retired headmaster, even dislike of the Bible! But in the end who cares: we are all a blues cry, and we italianuzzi their highs, after all why not laugh about it?
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