Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Van Gogh's Sky
With all the complaining eversince I got to Paris, even I would think that I hated being in Paris. It isn't true. I do love Paris and wouldn't trade it for anything in the world, except maybe some good chinese food because Paris sure as hell hasn't got any real Chinese restaurant (they microwave pre-cooked food and charge you 6euros for flaccid egg rolls!).
What I do love about Paris is the smell of bread on every corner every morning, afternoon and evening except Sundays because parisiens hate working. I seriously doubt there are any 24 hour stores here. But, I have to admit, smelling freshly baked bread sure beats the smelly tofu on the streets of Hong Kong, the scent of chewed beetle-juice in Dubai's dirty corners or the soy and corn factories of Champaign.
Besides bread, Parisiens are really enjoyable too. They are not mean or rude unless they happen to be old men. Old parisien men are the rudest people I have ever met. But, women and young people are often sweet even if they like to tease you a lot for being a foreigner. Bakers tend to be the friendliest, especially when they are cute like the guys at "Le Pain qui Parle" on the corner of Rue Caulaincourt. I think every girl who comes to paris should check them babies out - and their bread too!
But what really takes my breath away is the sky. The Parisien sky is like none other. It isn't plain blue like Champaign's or white hot like Dubai's or just weird like Hong Kong's sky. It is always full of colour as if someone knocked over a pot of paints and all the colours spilt onto a canvas leaving white spots in random spaces. It isnt flat but swirly and indescribable. It can be dreary in the mornings but by the time the sun is ready to set everything in existence seems to have lent its' colours to this vast space of nothingless and made it into something.
The Parisien sky is indescrible at most times and I believe the only person who ever represented it was Van Gogh in his paintings. He paints the best skies ever. Having fallen in love with his skies, is it such a wonder that I'm in love with Paris?
With all the complaining eversince I got to Paris, even I would think that I hated being in Paris. It isn't true. I do love Paris and wouldn't trade it for anything in the world, except maybe some good chinese food because Paris sure as hell hasn't got any real Chinese restaurant (they microwave pre-cooked food and charge you 6euros for flaccid egg rolls!).
What I do love about Paris is the smell of bread on every corner every morning, afternoon and evening except Sundays because parisiens hate working. I seriously doubt there are any 24 hour stores here. But, I have to admit, smelling freshly baked bread sure beats the smelly tofu on the streets of Hong Kong, the scent of chewed beetle-juice in Dubai's dirty corners or the soy and corn factories of Champaign.
Besides bread, Parisiens are really enjoyable too. They are not mean or rude unless they happen to be old men. Old parisien men are the rudest people I have ever met. But, women and young people are often sweet even if they like to tease you a lot for being a foreigner. Bakers tend to be the friendliest, especially when they are cute like the guys at "Le Pain qui Parle" on the corner of Rue Caulaincourt. I think every girl who comes to paris should check them babies out - and their bread too!
But what really takes my breath away is the sky. The Parisien sky is like none other. It isn't plain blue like Champaign's or white hot like Dubai's or just weird like Hong Kong's sky. It is always full of colour as if someone knocked over a pot of paints and all the colours spilt onto a canvas leaving white spots in random spaces. It isnt flat but swirly and indescribable. It can be dreary in the mornings but by the time the sun is ready to set everything in existence seems to have lent its' colours to this vast space of nothingless and made it into something.
The Parisien sky is indescrible at most times and I believe the only person who ever represented it was Van Gogh in his paintings. He paints the best skies ever. Having fallen in love with his skies, is it such a wonder that I'm in love with Paris?
# posted by Mare @ 8:43 AM 
