Anyone seen, anyone knows
Dinner almost ready. Polish tomato soup bubbling merrily in the brim clogged with unnecessary trinkets French apartment in the center of the Latin Quarter. The only one thing is missing – heroines of the evening, more important then Mona and Lisa together – kielbaski from Cracow. She’s looking into the refrigerator. They’re not here. Looking in every corner of the kitchen. Without result. Starts searching the room. They are not even in the trash. She asks him where He were last seen them. He doesn’t remembers. She open the wardrobe. They are not there. Maybe huge size of the penis vibrator and huge mascot Mickey Mouse ate them? This stupid Mickey Mouse on the mantel smiles so maliciously. Or maybe someone stole them. Or they are abducted as the Mona Lisa from the Louvre and somebody perhaps kept them carelessly in another messy Paris apartment. Soup bubbling . He is hungry. She helplessly watching cats from the window opposite. They look as if he knew something. But they says nothing about. She start worried. What to do? Call the French detective. He’s not answering. Well, it is seven o’clock now! All French detectives eat dinner at this time. – Maybe I have a problem with eyes -she think. She goes to an ophthalmologist to get stronger glasses.Unfortunately is august. All Parisian opticians are on holiday. She tired falls on the couch. He look under a pile of pillows. Something rustling. With incredulous looks he found them – a plastic bag with them Cracow sausages!
Diner is safe!
In spite of chaos in Parisian apartment and the french summer break.
Brian and dangerous bamboo
Paris lazy afternoon in the heart of the Latin Quarter. Just in the main entrance to the Luxembourg Gardens lies oblong black bag. Lies and nothing.Passing Frenchman looks at the bag. Then runs away to the bushes. Police guarding the garden frown on bag horrified nervously and checking that the guns they are working and that the hairs are well-stacked. Another minute go by. Another hour. Tragedy hangs in the air. Maybe in the bag it is a long serpent, dragon or poisoned giant baguette ? Who knows.
At the same time Brian, american by chance living in Paris is doing his daily walk to Luxembourg Gardens. He is somewhat surprised by bag lying exactly at the entrance to the garden and exactly on his way. He opens the bag and…In an instant all around dying of horror. Meanwhile, Brian pulls out of the bag a piece of bamboo. Not knowing who is the bamboo owner Brian gives lost bag with lost bamboo to the policeman. Policeman looks at Brian shocked with mix fear and madness in his eyes. Paris is safe.
How to become a Parisian in one minute : Take elevator
There is a one man show which beats all records of popularity in Paris titled How to become Parisian in one hour?
Since yesterday I know how to become Parisian in one minute. Okay, maybe in five minutes.
Here’s how to do it:
Choose extremely cramped elevator in one of the extremely cramped tenements in the Latin Quarter. Wait for this narrow elevator. Not alone. The best is a girl with hands full of shopping bags. She got into the elevator with these bags and looks at you invitingly. You tell her :I’m to big. I will not fit so I’ll wait for the next elevator.
– Come on. You don’t know Paris realities? – says the girl.
So You pushed yourself into the elevator together with her and with those bags. In the elevator you ask her:-Are You Parisian?
In response she waving hand and says :
-Come on.Who living in Paris now is a Parisian?
And this is so cool. In such a simple way even you (me) :big and without a Chanel bag can be a Parisian. Not in one hour, in a minute. Well, maybe in five minutes.
Paris center. I’m going straight down the sidewalk. I see the girl going across the street.I walk down slightly from her path. I expect the same from her. She goes straight into me. We collide.Even small pardon. Few moments later I ask one Parisian:
-Why French in Paris walking such that they always collide ?
– Oh, it’s so Parisian – he explains to me if it were the most banal thing under the sun. Only me – stupid didn’t know about that.
Well, to understand this you have to be French.
People who I shows Paris ask me why the area around the Eiffel Tower looks like a giant damper surrounded by hideous metal railings. Black market kitschy miniatures Eiffel Tower and bubbling bags of garbage are everywhere around. I don’t find logical answer to this question. This situation doesn’t change from a years. If you want to see real Paris avoid Eiffel Tower wide hatch. Is better and pleasantly to admire Eiffel Tower from the Montmartre hill.
Leaving your Paris flat you never know what will happen. Even if you leave just to buy baguette in a nearby bakery. One afternoon I left to buy my baguette. I met the president. Mr. Hollande is a fine guy. He shaking hands all encountered people. Shaking his hand I wished him a nice day.In the euphoria I forgot to buy my baguette.
To be a Parisian secondhand bookseller
Passing the Centre Pompidou I see the dealer with a pile of used books. I am a bookworm. I start to browse. The guy who sells them is sympathetic, offers me a glass of wine. We talk a little bit about everything – about Paris and about nothing. He ask if I can replace him for a while. I agree willingly. Within ten minutes I manage to sell 2 books.
Don’t pray to the Eiffel Tower
Sunny Paris afternoon.Two bearded men kneel exactly opposite the Eiffel tower. They pray. After a few minutes two police officers walks over to them. After a five minutes discussion with police officers pious are forced to stop prayer. Admire the Eiffel Tower is a good idea but to pray to her is a slight exaggeration.