In Paris, everywhere is art. Sometimes the kind of art that I don’t understand but I find funny, and sometimes great masterpieces. This was the wall of a Moroccan falafel shop, falafels are popular around the world I guess.
My hostel was horrible the first night, my roommates were loud and snoring all the night. but the second night I met a Korean girl, in the same room. I’m still in touch with her and hope to see her soon! This was the view of the same room. I really care about bathrooms and there, I wasn’t happy anout it. the receptions were a bit high too.
I really do never enjoy any Starbucks! but it’s a good meeting point. With my friend, we discovered that the alone man sitting next to us, who had a very unpleasant appearance , was our country mate who had left the country 30-40 years ago. Later his wife came in and talked about other country mates she knews in Paris, pointing their house with her hand she said:” the mothers do not know how to be a mom, they give birth to a child and their kids become so rude that I cannot handle! It’s the fault of fathers too, a baby should not learn bad words because he doesn’t know how to use them.” the wife, in contrary tto the husband, had a cute and gentle Parisian look.
In Paris, the last day, I was alone alone. I love wandering around such a city. Every tiny door can lead to a magical courtyard. When I was there, it was the time of public transport strikes and I had to walk,with pleasure, for hours to see a museum or famous building, but usually I found the path more enjoyable than the actual Eiffel tower, for example!