Paris was… overwhelming. Just as always. The moment I got up from the metro at Étienne Marcel I felt very much alive. I just can’t get enough of that city ! And at the same time it intimidates me with its elegance and arrogance. In the middle of all those nonchalantly chic Parisians I tend to feel even dowdier than usually and I get uncomfortably aware of my hair that sticks in all directions with no control… But then there are also those moments when I walk up and down the corridors of a metro station pretending to know exactly where I am going and for a little while I imagine being one of them. Classy and confident.
The weekend was spent in the best company imaginable. Maxime’s old
friend J lives in Paris since about two years with her boyfriend and
always reserves us her warmest welcome ! Also one other friend of
Maxime’s and J’s, S, was there with us and we had such a good time :)
We somehow miraculously always manage to miss the lightning at the monuments in Paris (ville de lumière ?).
Like this time we walked a little extra tour Friday night to see Opéra
Garnier in all its glory but with no luck. Last year we actually biked
all the way from Montmartre to the Eiffel tower (might not seem that
much on the map but just do it once to see…) to see the new lightning
show - just to find out they stop the lightning at 1 am nowadays to save
electricity. Good for pandas and polar bears and global warming but we
were a little disappointed…
We did catch a glimpse of Galeries Lafayette in it’s Christmas
lightning and it was astonishing ! I would have liked to see the
Christmas tree inside just to see if it really can be that much bigger
than the one in front of Turku cathedral (how do they get it in the building ?!) but as always we did our sightseeing during night time.
(this is what it is supposed to look like !)
The weekend included a handful of restaurants and bars and some very
random experiences. Friday evening we sat down for a while into this
tiny little bar (all the bars I’ve ever visited in Paris are minuscule)
where the DJ was having a good time in his own little universe and
people (mostly Americans) seemed to be in their own living room. We had a
drink and went outside - where all of a sudden we had a bucket full of
freezing cold water thrown at us from upstairs. Normal…?
Apparently one of the neighbours had had enough of all the noise
outside. Or then he just found it funny throwing water on people (or his
apartment was flooding, who knows?). One thing is sure : people sure
didn’t calm down on this. There was a party going on next to the
apartment from where the water was thrown down and people down on the
street started to yell up to the people in the windows who yelled back
and the desperate bar tender was yelling in vain everybody to calm down.
And all the time there were bucketfulls of water splashing on the
street. We were laughing hysterically, at a safe distance though.
I’ll have to come back to you tomorrow, now I’m starting to feel
sleepy (I’m such a grandma, I know). I’ve spent a lazy evening, cooking
braised cabbage for myself and writing this, it’s all weird having all
this time. I like it :)