My blog with a bit of a new bridge:
Fascinated by Paris, I
came out of the French Telecom Research Institute in one day. I found an old man and asked where the subway was. The old man said just go back, I was about to walking back. Then the modern middle-aged woman who just passed by shouted something to me across the road. I couldn't hear it clearly, so she walked across the road and told me that the old man was wrong. I'll be there in 3 minutes if I go forward. Who says Parisians are indifferent?
The house of the French Telecom Research Institute is really ugly, to put it better in the Bauhaus style. The interior decoration is also dark and indifferent, and even the decorative paintings are advertisements of their own Orange. Fortunately, I am not here to read a blog.
Going forward to a small square, the square is full of small vendors, and I thought that the subway is probably near here. If I saw an underground passage, I went down. It was a subway, and there was no sign on the ground. I bought 10 tickets at once, for the sake of discount, I can use them next time anyway. Waiting for the subway in the dark subway station, and then getting on the button to open the door. When the door opened, Ding Lingguanglang's ancient subway car, looking around, all kinds of people were a little weird, and they were talking coldly. Later, I reported to Lao Wu that the Parisians looked far worse than ours, and Lao Wu asked whether they all looked like Quasimodo. He really is a true Parisian.
When I got out of the subway, it started to rain lightly. It really was the ghost weather in Paris. In the rain, I managed to find the hotel I booked in District 3. The streets were very clean and tidy, and I didn’t see any busy people. It made me feel a little relaxed and happy, but in the process of being fortunate, I was sent to a cheaper hotel in District 10 by the Vietnamese-Chinese hotel owner on the grounds that the room I booked was broken. At first it felt good, the 10th arrondissement is also very close to the Seine. When I got there, I realized that the situation was not right. There were many idlers wandering the streets. Passing through a small Turkish music shop, my heart suddenly tightened, the sequelae of "Jackal Empire"... The hotel owner is an old man, very enthusiastic, and the room is just like that, as shabby as I imagined. However, it was estimated that there was a problem with the security of this area, and then I tried to figure it out. It must be a good location in District 3. I only booked a room for one day. The boss thought it was not worthwhile. The written price is 50, and I ordered 35. I threw my travel backpack at the hotel and came out with a small cloth bag on the cross body. Try to look like a local. Later, I went to "Sichuan Wai Chuan", which is more authentic than many Sichuan restaurants in Beijing, to eat boiled beef. I met a Beijing gg who has been in France for many years and now works in Paris. He really warned me that this area is not safe and should be early in the evening. When you come back, you should walk along the street, and don't crawl into the corners. Beijing gg heard that I was near Nice, and he said that he also spent two years in the south, in Marseille. I said that Marseille was a mess. He said, "If you go, you will be in chaos. If I take you, it will not be in chaos." He said that he was born in Marseille. That's it, survival of the fittest. After eating, I walked along the Bouleavard De Strasbourg to the Seine River. From time to time, police cars whizzed past, and motorcycles and cars were halfway on the street. Passing through a small street, there is a very beautiful church at the end. After hesitating for a while, I didn’t dare to go inside. Let’s talk about it tomorrow and daytime. The streets are filled with elegant classical buildings, and the streets are full of noise and danger. This is Paris, where Carax and Truffaut fell in love.
Walking along the Strasbourg Avenue to the end, it is the St. Jacquet Column, and many people sit and rest beside the fountain under the column. Across the road is the banks of the Seine. Going against the Seine along the right bank to find the new bridge of Caracas, the new bridge is under repair, but it does not hinder the traffic, the traffic flow is still as usual, and there are people playing the accordion under the bridge. Staring at the Eiffel Tower and the unknown dome in the distance in the evening, everything seemed tender. They had thought that the sills of the bed were rather sloping, and they slept in their coats. Under the bridge, the water of the Seine was flowing slowly, and they jumped down like that. They didn't see the cargo ship, only the cruise ship passed through with a lot of tourists. I didn't linger for too long, so I walked away, wanting to see what I thought was a black modern dance, when I got there, I was told that the tickets were sold out, and then the introduction was actually a black musical, I wasn't interested, but the one that advertised it. The action is so beautiful that it tempted me, but fortunately there were no tickets. So I missed another planned jazz bar show, which wasn't really a miss, as I was walking at that speed, and they were basically done.
Go back for a stroll and lie on the back of a chair on the Notre Dame Bridge to get the night view of the city hotel. An old man came over and sat down and said something to me. Seeing my puzzled face, he immediately changed to English and asked if he was blocking me. I smiled and said no problem. After the photo was taken, the old man chatted with me. Born and raised in Paris, the old man speaks fairly good English, is a physics teacher with a master's degree in physics, and has a monthly net income of 1,300. Therefore, he lives a fairly ordinary life and has a lot of complaints. The subsidy line in France is 1,000 yuan. I have long heard that French primary and secondary school teachers are poor, and their low income is beyond my expectations. That's why the old man talked about the Germans looking for Pakistani computer engineers, giving 2,000net a month and providing housing, with an envious look. The old man asked me how Paris was, and I was amazed, the old man said "yes, beautiful, but three months is enough", and then said quite proudly that he traveled around Europe and that things in the UK were ridiculously expensive. Speaking of Chinese government corruption, family planning can give birth to money. Speaking of the Jews controlling the world, the Jews always wanted to climb up, which made him very unhappy. He heard that the Soviet Union disintegrated because the Jews couldn't climb up in socialism, so they got rid of the Soviet Union. Speaking of French law, it is illegal to have sex with a girl under the age of 18, but children don't care about it at all, and parents generally don't care, but if the girl goes back on it, if the boy is a person of color, and the girl's family engages in racial discrimination, then the boy But if you suffer, you will be sent to jail. Said that the French woman's status is too high, if divorced, the children and the house will belong to her, he has been divorced twice. It is said that if a French man is doing it outside and his wife finds out, the wife will find one, and if she finds a better one, she will kick the original one. Anyway, the house and children are hers. Said that the MLF (Mouvement de Libération de la Femme, Women's Liberation Movement) is very lively in Europe now, and asked me if I knew Simon Beauvoir, I said yes, he said that she started it, I said yes. He said that the MLFs were amazing. They published a lot of articles in the newspapers, and some women would look at the men and yell at them. He had met them at the post office and the court, but in the end they were all overwhelmed by him. . They call those girls Mal Baisées (meaning bad fucked), and they are so bad-tempered because there is no man to work with them, and they are not satisfied with their sexuality, so they are bad-tempered. . . . . . I lay on the back of the chair and listened to him joking and giggling, and the people around me gradually became less and less. When I asked, it was 11:30, so I shook hands and said goodbye.
Going to my new bridge, the bridge is a little quiet, Samaritan at the end, Samaritan at the end. Warm bridge lights, empty semicircles. Behind it is the stairway to the Seine, where the old tramp disappeared...
The next morning, I checked out and went out, listening to Glen Gould's Variation of Goodberg, wandering the streets of Paris, looking up everywhere The ancient buildings, full of exquisite carvings, are fascinated. At 9:30 in the morning, I haven't woken up in Paris in summer. There are few pedestrians and vehicles on the street. When I walked across the street, I found a small movie theater showing "Four Hundred Blows". The Seine River, go to Montmartre, walk the streets of Anthony's game, and go to the place where Emily dated. I think too lightly, Paris, how can one let people see enough so easily. After walking around the National Craft Museum, I walked to Pompidou and watched the advertisement of the film exhibition. The entrance plaza was crowded in twos and threes. Changed the plan to come back after seeing the majestic Notre Dame, but never came back.
As soon as I crossed the Notre Dame Bridge, I saw the dazzling white tower at the end of the street. When I walked in, I realized that it was the Notre Dame Cathedral. The front is tall and luxurious, and the back is eerie, and all the details are so exquisite that I can only sigh. I bought three or two advertising postcards and old black and white photos in a small shop on the side. When I went out, I was attracted by the refreshing sound of the flute. Across the road, a handsome boy leaned against the shade and played the flute. I went over, sat barefoot under the shade of a tree not far or near, listening, playing with my dual-purpose camera, and just stayed like that, for about an hour or two, he had already played the entire score, It's time for me to go, and we greet each other with a smile. At the end of the path, there is a stand selling crêpt (pancakes). I asked for a complet, cheese + mushroom + ham. Holding the crêpt, I ran to the shade of the tree behind Notre Dame and listened to a few old American men singing country/old jazz vigorously, and sat for nearly an hour. In the meantime, the old men stopped to chat with fellow Americans who came to travel, and learned that the old men were from California, and the fellow Americans who bought their CDs looked similar to Bush. When I left from there, I planned to go to the left bank for a turn. Pompidou must have no time, and he still wanted to go to the Isle of Saint-Louis and eat the famous ice cream.
I went to the second-hand CD/DVD store on the left bank to investigate, and the European version that can be seen everywhere here costs about 10 yuan. I still like this second-hand store. I keep things I like, and keep all the CDs neatly organized. People who come here can pick it up and listen to it. There are 5 pairs of headphones on the ground and underground. When will I be able to open one myself. After leaving the store, I walked all the way to the direction of Louis Island, passing by many professional small bookstores, such as those specializing in anthropology, which looked very cute. Passing by a picture book store, I can't walk after seeing the price. A Paris introduction picture book is 5.99. I need a copy before my next trip. Monet, who has a big book, is 9.99. I couldn't find it, so I could only pick up my own. I wanted Chagall. I reported the name to the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper went up and down to help me find it. Glancing at it, I saw the introduction of the Paris bookstore in a small thick book, 3.99. In the end, I packed a whole schoolbag in seven or eight, and it was very heavy. When I saw the time at 4:30, I had to catch a plane. I asked the shopkeeper for directions, and the shopkeeper got a piece of paper and a pen to write down what he said to me. He patiently explained it to me, and the explanation was almost the same. Already surrounded us in a circle, all waiting for him to check out.
Rush to Jussieu subway station, and then change to RER (also subway) at St-Michel. The owner told me that you must take B4, not B2, and it will be a mess if you take B2. A RER came, and I couldn't tell whether it was a B4 or a B2. I didn't care if it was a RER. I got on the RER, which was so hot to death, and sat opposite a mustache with glasses. I asked him if he was a B4? I'm going to Orly Airport, he smiles and nods. After a few stops, he got off the bus, and I looked at his back and found that he had epilepsy. Then, not long after, I found myself in B2, running down to sit back as it was clear that I had taken a fork in the road. Unexpectedly, no one would come to this remote branch line for a long time, waiting anxiously for a quarter of an hour. . . When I got on the B4 and got to Antony Station, I saw a train waiting for me to go to the airport, but the subway ticket I put in didn't work. The administrator yelled at me that I needed to buy another ticket, and I dropped 1 yuan under the gate and I bent down. I went to pick it up, he grabbed "No!", turned around and yelled at him, "My money! ”. The queue to buy tickets is too slow, and the automatic ticket sellers don’t understand. Waiting for the strong man who grabbed me to help me get the ticket from the automatic ticket machine, get on the bus, wait for the bus to leave, go to the west gate of Orly and ask for a boarding pass Where is it, I ran to the boarding pass change place, I was late... The bad luck begins, let me tell you how the cold water gets stuck in your teeth. The stewardess at the queue signaled the queue to wait for the next one to board the plane The lady who replaced the boarding pass told me that the next flight was full and I needed to go to the waiting list to wait. I went to the waiting list to wait at 7:00, and the normal check-in ended at 6:40, so I asked if I was there , the eldest sister who called people didn't know what she was doing at the time. In short, they were all busy around there, and the eldest sister seemed to not understand English. At this time, the enthusiastic sister next to me offered to ask for help, and the eldest sister replied that she would Just call the name and just wait. On the side, listening to their husband and wife's name is very clear, I also think that there is a gender on the registration form, so all the names starting with Monsieur are automatically filtered out by me. No me I can only sigh that there are too many people who went from Paris to Nice for vacation. They sat on the ground and looked at my Chagall, and continued to wait for the next shift. I'm in a hurry, now that the bus in Nice is gone. I ran to ask, took my temporary boarding pass and asked, the flight attendant checked the system and said that the 7 o'clock shift was called, I ignored them, fainted I had to wait for the 9:00 shift, and at 8:40, the stewardess started to call the names of the waiting list again, called the last one, Mr. Xianna, and smiled at me, I know, that's me! Run to the front of the stage , eagerly took out the temporary boarding pass, and handed it to the man who was operating. The man was about to pick it up, and then stopped. What were everyone waiting for? I waited for a while, and it was strange. When I asked what was going on, they told the "computer" The system is broken! ", can only smile bitterly" Today is not my lucky day. "The computer system finally made it before 9 o'clock. I ran through the security check with my boarding pass and rushed to the ticket gate. But, where is the ticket gate? What is 20? I asked a busy and messed up sister, and she said you have to Waiting on the side. ft, it's already 9 o'clock, how can I wait. I went to ask my sister, who is also busy at the information desk. My sister said that I don't have time to talk to you now. I smiled bitterly, the plane is about to leave, so I can't wait. She glanced at my ticket and said, your flight is late! Later she found out, and it was true, that my flight was an hour late, and I spent another hour at the ticket gate with Chagall in my arms. Use the last battery Contacted Foyer's Chinese compatriots, who were watching fireworks in Cannes, and drove from Antibes train station walk. The final result is that the original 6 o'clock ticket arrived at Nice Airport at 11:30 in the evening, took 30 to get to Nice train station, and caught the last train to Antibes at 0:20 (when I waited for the train, I felt that we were here again. The girl Shui Ling, even the Nordic girls and American girls who come to us are particularly good-looking), at 1:00 in the morning, I joined all the lovely Chinese compatriots who were waiting for me on the railway bridge, and sat in the second-hand Ford of classmate Huang. Night return to foyer. In the meantime, they learned that the fireworks that night were ugly and messy, the wind direction was wrong, all they saw was thick smoke, and they learned that Su lost his mobile phone on the train.
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