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J’aime Paris: some more things to do in Paris
There you are some more things to do, while sticking around with your sweethearth ( or some pals) in Paris.
Tourist-whatching @ Les Tuileries
If the sun is shining, and your feet hurt after you’ve pretended to be cultivated at the Louvre, you can grab a chair and sit in the Tuileries Gardens doing a little tourist-whatching. My favourite ever is the middle-aged man that has forgot to uncover his camera, and tries in vane to make pictures. Look at him: he stares at his beloved digital reflex shaking softly his head, while his wife makes some shy attempts to point with her fat finger the cover and then - after being kindly asked by her beloved to shut the fuck up – gives up and enjoys the scene. The situation reaches its apex when he starts pushing ( first gently, then with increasing anger) no matter which button of the camera. In the end, about a hour an a half later, he’ll realise what happened but it would be too late: his wife had fall in love with a gardener and ran away and the statues of the Tuileries had gone out for dinner.
Medical intercultural exchange
If you belong to that cathegory of people that think that using subway in such a awesome town is a pity and enjoy walking for kilometers to an arrondissement to the other, maybe your sweethearth don’t. Carelessly, I made mine walk for about 25 kms and, as a result, by the end of the day, his right foot tendons gave up and went on strike. Even though someone could find interesting hanging around with a 2 metres tall guy that walks like Dr House. I don’t. Even though he was really nice and didn’t complain at all, when at last he shew me his foot he looked like he had a tennis ball underneath his skin, so we decided to go to the pharmacy. The pharmacist was a tiny winy 100 years old chinese woman who, after I explained in French the pathology that affected my other side of the bed saying something that sounded more or less like this: ” He, foot,walked a lot, meatball, foot, paste?”, disappeared for couple of minutes and came back smiling and handing me a pedicure chinese device. I thanked her very much and ask for a paste for contusions.
Even if I massaged with all my love the injured foot until my hands started to smell like my granny’s cupboard, the morning after the foot had turned blue. My beloved behaved very bravely all day long ( who said that Italians are Mamma’s Boys?) but I guess that the stairs till the Sacre Coeur were a little too much so we decided to look for an Occidental pharmacy and fix the problem. In the meanwhile I’d studied a more decent way to explain the problem, so I walked very confidently towards the Santa-looking pharmacist, that listened very politely to me, as I explained the problem better than House itself would have done. Then he handed me a paste that looked like a haemorrhoids medicinal. I guess it has been then that my boyfriend had for the first time his word on the situation and said: Hun, before someone tells us that I’d better put some eye drops to heal my foot thus forcing me to crush this pharmacy, please, let’s go.
J’aime Paris – episode 1: Things to do in Paris
When your phone conversations with your boyfriend ( who lives far away from you in crappy Milan) get a little too formal ( formal it’s for example when you close the conversation with “Best Regards”) and you can’t remember the last time you’ve seen him in person ( and not on MSN webcam that makes everyone look like a Star Wars’ character) it’s time for a love trip in Paris.
I won’t tell you Paris is super romantic. I won’t tell you Paris is super French and people really do walk around with a baguette under their armpit. I won’t tell you that every time I see Notre Dame I start whistling the main theme of Notre Dame – the musical, embarassing my boyfriend to death. You already know that, if you’ve been in Paris or if you’ve read no matter which Lonely Planet guide. French territorial marketing professionals have done a really good job in the last 200 years, because French stereotypes are almost stronger than Italian spaghetti-pizza-mandolin (who in the name of the lord plays the mandolin,anyway?).
What I would really share with you are some trip advices that could really help you out during your romantic trip in Paris:
DOs
1) Take a Bateau Mouche and look at Paris from the Seine:
walking along the shores of the river, there are plenty of these open deck boats. With a 7 euros ticket, you can seat on little green plastic chairs conceived for dwarves, freeze your ass out and scream “OOOOOOOOOHhhhhhh” and “AAAHHHHhhh” in chorus with other tourists when, all of a sudden, the Tour Eiffel appears right in front of you. (MM St. Michel)
2) Experience new French Philosophy @ Jardins de Luxembourg :
lovely thing about Paris is that every city park provides you for free very comfy chairs you can just grab and put wherever you want. Our French friend C. invited us for a great pic nic at Luxemburg Gardens. He brought very French chees and patés and wine, and there we layed, chatting and giggling for the whole afternoon around a big fountain, right in front of the Senate. You know what? Since the arrival of Sarko, French people have started Sarkoing as well. They are more relaxed, they take their time, they don’t give a damn. I thing I could get easily accostumed with that. Maybe I was born to live in Paris.
3) Fall in love with Alexandre
If you wanna eat the best Fondue Bourgignonne ever but you don’t want to be annoyed by thousands tourists, then Alexandre is the place for you. It is a super tiny restaurant in the hearth of Latin Quarter and it worths the visit because its owner ( Alexandre) is hot, young and super funny ( my mother fell in love with him three years ago and he’s still on her mind) and because it has an “all you can eat” 15 euros combo consisting in: fondue bourgignonne ( wich is raw meet that you cook in hot oil ), salad and awesome butter potatoes I could kill for. The decor of the restaurant has been bought in a flea market, you eat at candlelight and, when you pay, they give you a lollipop. Check it out, your boyfriend will love it for the meet is very tasty…and you’ll love it too.
