Am I be brave enough to watch Before Sunset?
ALSO, the Louvre is a great place to draw, can’t wait till my papers arrive from Budapest.
Last night I was wandering alone in the streets after the movie and you know, I felt so much alive, I couldn’t help myself but smile. The lights, the sounds, the city, the people. You know these are the moments when it hits me: this is it. THIS IS IT. this is MY life. Usually during these moments I feel like my eyes are on fire.
This happened today, while I was walking on the seine riverbank, that was the exact moment when I guy just appeared in front of me and started talking in french, then he eventually realized I’m not french and I don’t speak the language that well, so he switched to english to tell me that he found me adorable and he wanted me to join him and his friend for coffee. Well, of course only later I managed to put together the perfect answer: ‘I can pay for my own coffee and I like to take it alone’. ;-)
Oh being fiery and happy.
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Mademaseille - started the probably high men in the bakery while I was waiting for my baguette and he continued with some random french rambling.
I was actually really proud because I have been getting better with understanding and speaking french, then here I was and I couldn’t understand a thing the men was trying to say.
I managed to escape while the bakery lady explained the men that he should speak english if he wanted me to understand. After that an old men from the car winked at me and I was called ‘belle’ by some strangers. What a day (ironic).
At these times I really wish I could tell them to fuck off, or maybe I do smile more as a very kind (nope) waiter said, he tried to impress the french girls next to me: tourist are idiots, they only speak english and they say oui, oui to every question while smiling as they were smart. Obviously in french. Who knew I did understand that. For a moment I wanted to cry because I couldn’t express myself the way I wanted to: idiot stupid motherfucker, I understand what you’re saying with my loveliest smile. Instead I grabbed my bag and gracefully left the place (after finishing my coffee and cigarette).
I really miss the way how I have power with my language knowledge, it makes me powerful and I feel more protected.
My new favourite thing: french speaking english.
Checked out the fashion week, it was madness: photographers all around to take good ‘street fashion pictures’, when obviously the ones whom they photographed were mostly wearing designer clothes and items.
Anyway people looked great, but not that special, the trick is to wear a beautiful dress and an interesting coat, don’t forget to add your high heels, bold lipstick and mostly you’re done. Don’t even try to wear pants unless they look exclusive or very extraordinary - pyjama pants are a good choice.
Overall look exclusive and expensive, even if you bought the dress for 5$.
And be confident as hell: you’re the queen, after all among this ‘bitches’.
Well, I overall enjoyed the clothes, of course it would have been nice to check out the Miu Miu show inside. (Next year, haha)
I didnt see that coming: tourists asked me about the direction and I managed to answer them.