October 4, 2004

london paris

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Off to Lon­don for a day or two, then off to Paris for 5 days. Pos­ting from inter­net cafes for the next week. Back at my desk circa the 11th.
[UPDATE: Tues­day, 5th Octo­ber] In Lon­don. Lovely Lon­don. Apo­lo­gies to every­body I should have loo­ked up but didn’t have time etc. Only here for one full day and rather stres­sed by having too much to do in such a short time-frame etc. etc.
[UPDATE: Thurs­day, 7th Octo­ber] In Paris. I really, really like Paris. I really like the French. Why? I like the way they speak to each other. Even if you’re only buying a pack of ciga­ret­tes or wha­te­ver, when they speak to you they are very “there”, in the moment, “pre­sent” etc.
I shall be quite incom­mu­ni­cado till Sun­day at the ear­liest. I’m wri­ting this from a wee cyber­cafe near The Pom­pi­dou Cen­ter.
My French is impro­ving.
[UPDATE: Fri­day, 8th Octo­ber] Still in Paris. I still love Paris.

3 Responses to “london paris”

  1. rolandog says:
    October 7, 2004 at 2:51 am

    Hila­rious post. Don’t get that stres­sed out. Some­ti­mes it’s bet­ter to have a bit of free time than to have a full sche­dule.
    Cheers!

  2. jane says:
    October 7, 2004 at 5:22 pm

    Vrai­ment?

  3. Jon Husband says:
    October 9, 2004 at 5:18 am

    Est-ce que c’est votre (ta) pre­miere visite a Paris ? That damn masculine/feminine thing, and then there’s vous­vo­yage and tuto­yage. Sheesh.
    Do you wanna know where some inters­ting spots are ? Or are you happy wan­de­ring around dis­co­ve­ring what ever it is that you dis­co­ver ?
    Last time I was there … this past May … I did something that will stay with me for the rest of my life. I was lea­ving the next day via euros­tar for Lon­don (best way to tra­vel bet­ween Lon­don and Paris IMO), and didn’t want to pay another 75 — 100 euros just to sleep for 6 or 7 hours so I wal­ked and wal­ked and wal­ked, through all the streets and neigh­bourhoods I know, from 6 p.m till 6 a.m.
    Paris at 4 am or 5 am, all alone on a street somewhere not too far from the cen­tre (thank good­ness Paris inside la periphe­ri­que is actaully quite geo­graph­yi­cally /physically com­pact). Man, 12 hours of straight wal­king, with only a cou­ple of beer stops at all night pla­ces (one of those beers cost me $12, yikes) was quite an expe­rience.
    Enjoy, et n’oublie pas de cherchez la femme pen­dant que vous etes encore capa­ble de pas­ser du temps a Paris comme une invi­tee et non une ene­mie americaine.