Notes from an American in Paris
1. I saw a girl legit wearing a beret and she was speaking French so probably real Parisian. What’s next babies smoking? Are all the rumours true???
2. The panhandlers on the metro are amazing here— this morning a guy had like a mic and amp and I’m convinced the light show was on the way…
3. My host brother plays polo. There are pictures of the whole family looking like a Ralph Lauren ad.
4. I found my favorite bar that serves drinks with sparklers in them. Near the end of the night, it’s a team effort to help eachother avoid 3rd degree burns…
5. My job is at a music networking site and French musicians always come in and creepily hit on me and my co-intern. “Ahhh les jolies filles americaines…”
6. They call Thirsty Thursday here (thick accent) ‘AFTER-WORK.’ I saw an affiche in the metro for a new after-work spot— only four words in English— BOYS et GIRLS, AFTER-WORK… loves it. I’m totes bringing it to the US.
7. There is a bar here called (seriously) “Bar for Crazy Night.” I go to it when drunk so I can say it repeatedly. Plus, it’s next to the bar with the sparkler drinks.
8. I lived with a crazy host mother for one day. She told me that I had to ask permission to leave my room and “be invited” into the living room. But she said I spoke amazing French… so I suposse that was sweet of the crazy old bag.
9. Outside Fountain St. Michel I saw a bunch of hippie lib amazing. They were doing crazy trance dancing to one guy drumming. They offered me baked goods and wanted to talk to me about sprirituality…
