gypsy locker

{3.15.10)

Paris summation; seasoned and timeless the architectural exhibition is awe-inspiring and breath-robbing. Patisseries and shops in the Latin quarter are an atmospheric cornucopia. The history of the french aristocracy and royals is my main attraction and my mind always returns to Les Miserables as I love revolutions. France can be dismal. Even though the historic districts are eyes on fire lovely, 2 steps to the left or right and you find yourself in a world apart. Graffiti, garbage, and decreped buildings, less than fortunate. Orphans claiming to be bombed homeless victims from Bosnia and relentless gypsies. The gypsies were my favorite. Logan and I followed some of them around for the better part of the afternoon. They are so crafty and shifty. It was like watching present day artful dodgers. I wanted to interview and psychoanalyze them. Logan asked "why don't they just get jobs?" right? because they defy authority and are total rebels. They blend in and take advantage of an easy pocket to pick. Logan got a fever today so I chose to stroll around the local neighborhood with my ipod streaming a leaking soundtrack to life through my veins. As I paused to watch some local misseurs playing bacci ball in a park I observed that all the people here emit vibes and auras that are so foreign to America that I lack the vocabulary to describe it. The culture is an anomoly to me so I choose to maintain my own perception of it because my imagination is more fantastical than a defining demographic encyclopedia.

high kicks at the 'rouge

3.12.10

gaudy + flamboyant + bombastic add a half cup of glitter and dazzle with a teaspoon of flaunt-shnazz-pizz-zazz and you have a kaleidoscope of Paris, France. The Moulin Rouge was an eye full, literally. Logan and I couldn't stop laughing. Our noise level was like that of rowdy American football fans at the Superbowl while the rest of the audience applauded and observed the show like an elegant Broadway love story. There was a costume change every five minutes and the men had more makeup on than dolly parton. It was beyond bizarre but an experience I am glad to add to my resume? Later we toured a perfumery. In France, these chemists are as esteemed as doctors in America. They bustled around in their white lab coats with their envied nasal abilities and glass beakers with martinis of aromatic bliss. I love a good perfume and apparently there is quite a science behind its creation. Versailles was next and by the time my eyes had consumed all the golden gates, silk wall lining, and crown molding my pupils were morphing into precious stones from absorbing the ostentatious treasure exhibition. A favorite part of today was the cathedral Notre Dame (i wanted to shout SANCTUARY when I entered its grand entry way) and the vendors that sell antique Parisian art and newspapers and post cards alongside the street. neato-fajito france gives me writer's block au revoir

parle vous anglice?

{3.16.10}

jinis se pa and croissant that is all I could communicate and for a communicator.. THAT is a cripple Paris was alluring, dazzling, and elegant. Enough for me to appreciate and then feel uncomfortable. I felt pressure to look better than I felt. oops. I did love the vibes of the city, but try as I might, I couldn't get past the demographical stereotypes. Sorry Parisians. Our first night in the city of lights we had cheese and snails... I wanna know WHO decided THAT was a good idea. Log and I preferred to take up residency in every patisserie and crepery we laid eyes on. We even made up our own signature crepe combination: Nuetella, Banana, and Coconut. you're welcome France love the Americans