VIVA LA FRANCE
So i come
across a man
who happens to speak
perfect english. He directs me to
a hostel that he was staying at himself.
On RUE VITRUVE the hostel
was, aka the hood.
I had
no place
to stay,
so
i had
to take
my
chances.
We got
off the
metro.
Here it was,
the HOOD.
The venders,
smells
and sights.
No tourists
for miles.
We check
in to
our hostel.
Now the trip
BEGINS!
We started in the Latin quarter.
Culturally the most diverse part of paris. Beautiful
buildings, the sights of gothic, romanesque, and modern
architecture clashing together harmoniously. The streets
filled with such a beautiful sight of life. NOT a care in
the world. This place was meant for me. I have found
what I was missing, what i was looking for, peace.
“There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it."
-Ernest Hemingway
PEACE!!!???
On our way home now we arrive at our metro stop.
We climb a set of stares that under the influence of absinthe
is almost nearly impossible to feat. As we got to our street we see
children hiding behind cars near our hostel.
We walk past thinking nothing of the situation at hand.
Farther down the street there were more children.
As we kept walking a bottle crashes in the street.
A BRAWL !!!
It breaks out of no ware the children start running towards eachother
swinging bats, pipes, and knifes.
FUCK!!!
I was now trying to get us out of the situation at hand and thats when the pepper spray
entered the equation.
We now found our selfs stuck in a gang war!
I grabbed my friend and we ran as fast as we could to get out of this snafu of a situation.
Once we got back to the hostel we washed off the stench of pepper spray that stuck to our
pours. Day ONE: VIVA LA FRANCE
After all is said and done we get back to our room, first thing we see is this
E
O
R
G
I
A
Sticker on the bag of our roommate.
We got in to a conversation with him obviously we knew ware he was from but it was nice to see and talk to another American.
We defiantly talked football being SEMINOLES in all!!!
but
he
did
remind
me
that
His southern accent brought me back to a past experience, to a place i've also sought to escape from reality.
Nothing but wilderness. It bewildered me in this experience, being what they call a city boy. Recollecting the past of my southern country experience ware i actually had PEACE!!!
WAIT?!
It's not even day two!
Day:2
The smell of Coffee in the morning nothing like it. We walk down the stairs to the restaurant after a good nights rest. We load up on food and head on out.
The Louvre
One of the
most beautiful places
in Paris and NO lines
I thought impossible, so lucky.
We buy our tickets and head on through
the glass pyramid entrance. We then took the escalator down
to the basement floor and started to tour. I couldn't help to think
about the novel Nadja by Andre Briton. All of the art absolutely
astonished me. Various different types of art and sculptures from
all over the world. We stayed all day engulfed in it an absolute PEACEful experience.
It was six o'clock now and we hadto leave, they kinda we're closing. We took the metro to the nearest bar and well you kinda guess whats going to happen next.
