Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Paris in the Summer

I was in Paris. We were on a bus, then suddenly a bubbly blonde girl next to me told me that she was going to take me to the best place in Paris. She whispered the name in my ear, but I couldn't hear it. Then she translated, but her voice dropped away again at the moment she started the translation.

Inside the restaurant there were many large tables, and people sat on high stools and smoked and drank. There was a lot of smoking, and I thought, 'this is paris!'. But, then it was hard to find a spot to sit - the location wasn't crowded, but there were only 3 or 4 stools at each table, and they were taken. As I looked closer, I realized no one was drinking and when they smoked, the cigarettes didn't get any smaller... it was going to take a very long time to get a table.

So we went out for a walk. There were a crowd of people out front, each with an umbrella in front of them, so we went in a different direction. We stopped at a street corner and couldn't go any further. I looked around at the grey city and couldn't believe that I was really in Paris. It wasn't as visually beautiful as I thought it would be, but the vibe was exactly what I expected.

*note - I have never actually been to Paris.


CëRïSë said...

I think that might be my own private version of hell: crowded bar, no seats, no drinks, people smoking endless cigarettes. =)

Yes Is A World said...

I know, I was very stressed about it!

strovska said...

that's funny, i've also had dreams about being in places where i've never been. it's usually like yours--it doesn't look exactly like i thought it would, but it feels like i would expect.