Four years ago, I spent a magical summer in Paris, capturing memories in a long-forgotten blog. Every Thursday, I’ll post my favorite entries from that blog. This is reprinted from 7-7-10.
My day began in a church. My afternoon ended in the Red Light district.
First of all, I’ve realized that I live in a colorful neighborhood of Paris. The 18th arrondissement is trendy, raw, and unbidden. The streets are filled to be brim with a plethora of people of all cultures, street peddlers, and men making corn (why corn? I ask myself this every day) to sell during the afternoon. I guess it would be like the Meatpacking District. Inwardly upscale but with an edge.
Besides, I’m only a ten minute walk from the Sacré Coeur Basilica. The whole place (which I guess is part of the Eastern Montmartre) is raw. There’s no sugarcoating. There are barely any tourists. This is Paris without the glitz and glitter. And in a way, i love it.
Also, France, what is with these Orangina ads? They’re everywhere! And no, I do not think that they are appropriate or attractive. Now every time I drink an Orangina I am reminded of a genetic mutation. Maybe I dont understand the avant-garde aspect of it. Or perhaps people here find fur cover bikini-clad girls with animal heads attractive..
Frivolous Monsters says
I only just discovered that Orangina is French! It was news to me.
Ahh yes! It’s one of my favorite childhood drinks, but it’s too bad that they don’t have it here in China!