1. 2. 3. Sacre Coeur
4. Judith
5. View from the Musée de Montmartre
6. Au Lapin Agile
7. .... don't remember what this place was called.. shame on me...
8. Place Des Vosges
9. Super old house
10. 11. 12. Friday night I watched the sun rise
Some observations
All Parisians smoke. It's not a stereotype, it's a fact. I've met one person who doesn't smoke and I can't imagine how they don't, I even believe, if I lived here for long enough; I would start somehow. It doesn't help that a packet is 6 euros compared to 20 australian dollars at home and that's still expensive apparently.
Parisians are very passionate about politics and philosophy and often talk about deep and meanginful things. When I think about what it takes for me and the people I know to talk about stuff like that you really begin to see the cultural differences. I've witnessed heated discussion about who voted for who at this years french election and when I was asked about how politics works in Australia my thoughts went to our ranga bogan prime minister and our double-y bogan opposition leader and I managed to establish that the main two political parties are labour and liberal but liberal is actually conserative and not liberal and they're more or less the same thing at the moment.
The french people have revolted against the residing power, there has been much war even within the city of Paris. They're very persistent and passionate people that know how to argue and I think it stems from their history and the amount of conflict that their country has experienced. And it makes me a little jealous that we don't have that at home. Except at the end of the day I still love how easygoing life is in Australia and wouldn't change it for the world.
The streets in Australia are all straight. Streets in Paris wind and twist without end and I love it. there's always something around the corner. There is no such thing as a purely residential street; there is always a cafe, a gallery, a little store, or something.
Eating: Breakfast is small and sweet. A baguette with jam/marmalade/some sweet spread, or a croissant, or cereal that somehow contains chocolate. Kind of miss bacon and eggs with avocado and bread, wholemeal bread, or mulitgrain, rye. Lunch is normal. And then I have to wait a minimum of 9 hours for dinner.
I've been here for 2 weeks but I still feel like I'm dying by the time it comes to having dinner. I've accepted that I have to be a weirdo and announce at around 6:30/7 that I am hungry and have to buy something small so that I don't pass out when it comes to 9, 10, 11pm, even midnight. I'm used to eating small amounts, constantly. I'm pretty sure I look like a gluttonous pig.
Alcohol is the same price as water.
