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~ Sunshine In My Stomach ~
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Tourist there are still, although not so many, and of those hardly a one who seems much impressed by this particular aspect of the French capital: rain, and lots of it at this season.
Me, I like the stuff. I seem to be made for scurrying through the Parisian streets, wrapped up, preferably, but quite at home under all sorts of weather conditions; it must be the Brit in me.
The other day – was it yesterday? – I told you about what is purported to be the narrowest house in Paris, a few blocks down the left bank from here. Today, I can show you what some claim to be the narrowest street.
Some of us know better, but let’s put it this way: it’s narrow. Goes down the side of what used to be my favourite crazy Greek restaurant when I was marrying Greeks and suchlike. Now it’s some horrendously kitch neon-lit club-bar-thing. Yuk. Bring back the joyful jumble of Phoenician paraphernalia and table-eating waiters… you had to be there.
Now graffiti artists seem to be enjoying decorating this place and they’ve done a pretty good job of it. Nemo especially always seems to produce things we can interact with in a non-threatening, almost benevolent way. Like offering an umbrella on a right old rainy day.
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© 2011 Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free - Contact me directly for photo tours, interviews, exhibitions, etc.
© 2011 Sab Will / Paris Set Me Free - Contact me directly for photo tours, interviews, exhibitions, etc.
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