nicolovesit

I was sitting listening to French radio this morning as I drank my coffee. And I must say, there is no other language in the world that makes me feel the way French makes me feel. According to myself I became quite the Parisienne before leaving for Sweden. For those of you not aware of the arrogance and bitterness that is displayed in the faces of the Parisians (or whatever you call them in English) let me tell you: The Parisiens are the rudest most arrogant people in the world, and I love it!

I love the bitches in the stores along Champs - Élysées, and I love the rude people in the metro who can't appologize after having steped on your foot. I love the rude men who is shouting comments about your ass in Chateau Rouge, and I love (and feel sorry for) the hookers around Pigalle and Barbès, I love the drug dealing and music making in the studios in Corentine Cariou, I love the hot summers when you shower every 10 minutes because you live in a shitty 12 m2 apartment on the 6th floor without elevator, I love having to clean everyday (but I didn't) because of all the dirt coming from the cars down at Boulevard de l'hôpital into my window....


..... But mostly I love that one person out of thousands people you meet every now and then, that acctually smiles at you and says a little word of comfort.....


I realized, I wanna go back, but this time: There is no room for mistakes.




The view from my old apartment. God, I miss it...



If this doesn't make you wanna go for a night out, I think nothing will.




bisous