Paris





Paris is beautiful, but although all its beauty it is not a city for me. In this ocassion French people were gentle and friendly, my French was also not so bad as usual, but in spite of this there is no click between Paris and me. Of course I do enjoy being at Orsay and at the Pompidou and the French cuisine is ART. The last day we went to "Au pie du Couchon" and that dinner was really unforgettable.

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Darth Tater said…
C'est dommage! Moi j'aime bien Paris. Paris, la plus belle ville du monde (la plus belle ville d'Europe est Prague, bien sur!)... les p'tits cafés, les bistrots, les crèpes, les musées, les Tuilleries, le Louvre, les français, les françaises, la mode, les foulards, les grands bâtiments neoclassiques, l'Arc du Triomphe, la Défense, les croissants, les hommes en velo avec ses baguettes sous le bras... j'aime Paris...
odette farrell said…
Tu as raison Darth... Paris é très belle, peut être trop belle!

But I will make an analogy with men in order that you understand what I mean. Paris is for me a gorgeous man, he is such a beauty that I admire him and contemplate him, but my soul stays cold regarding him....although I notice all that beauty, that beauty doesn't incite me.

London and Berlin are not at all so handsome as Paris, but they have something that arouse me powerful.... a charm that touches me deeply, that makes me feel sooo alive and passionate.
In these cities I find "la joie di vivre!"

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