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Friday, July 07, 2006

Where to begin?

OK, First post in Liquorice Bomb, here goes.

Well, this is an account of my day last Saturday, which may seem late to some, but considering I have been meaning to start a blog for years, it's pretty good by my standards.
The day started off with a meeting in the American Church in Paris, that lasted about an hour and a half.After the meeting was finished I decided that the weather was too good to take the Metro, opting instead to take a stroll down the banks of the Seine, towards Place de la Concorde.
As previously mentioned, the weather was beautiful, the sun was splitting the trees as we say in Norn Iron.I crossed over the bridge near the American Church to the other side of the river and the first thing I noticed was this couple in full wedding dress, having their picture taken at the corner of the bridge against the backdrop of the Seine and the Eiffel Tower.
They both looked immaculate in that annoying way that French people seem to manage, and despite the heat, they gave off a distinct air of cool.
As well as the official photographer there were about a dozen tourists taking pictures of them as well, and the couple seemed happy to pose for anyone who wanted to take a snap (Yeah, I know, I really need to get a digital camera, so that I don't have to describe these scenes).
Then I noticed something odd.There were no other guests in the vicinity, no official wedding cars or the like, nothing, nobody.
I guess the couple were models posing for some wedding magazine or advertisement.

Continuing on I walked down to Place De la Concorde and the Paris branch of W.H.Smith (an absolutely essential stop off for any English speaking expat).
I had a good browse and managed to find a copy of Christopher Hitchens Letters to a young Contrarian, a book recommended by someone over on SluggerO'Toole (My first plug, please take note Mick).
Satisfied with my purchase, I hopped on a metro at Tuilieres and scooted on over to Place de Republique for a browse around the import video games shops, and afterwards a beer in one of the local cafés.
It all felt very French, sitting in the café smoking a cigarette and leafing through a book of political essays, truth be told, it felt a bit too French and I put the book away because I had this overwhelming sense of looking like a bit of a twat.

This being Paris, and a Saturday, there were of course the political demonstrations, there's always political demonstrations in Paris.Today it was the turn of the Sans Papiers (no papers) a name given to those refugees who live in the country (sometimes for decades) but haven't been given official papers, which makes their life pretty difficult, given that the police have a right to stop you any time and demand to see your identity documents.

After my sojourne I walked back up to the Place de Republique,where there was some sort of African carnival taking place, lots of floats and truck, with drum and African music of various styles, with some very tasty semi clad dancers.

Looking at my watch, I realised I had an hour before the England game started.That gave me just enough time to get across to the other side of Paris, grab a few beers and head to a friends house to watch on his big telly.
Surprisingly (at least to me) England is seen as something quite cool by a lot of younger people in Paris,and my friends were all supporting them in the match (not only that, I walked into his appartement to see a huge England flag on the wall above the television).Well, we watched the match, and you all know how it went, mucho disappointment all around.
However, we picked ourselves up, dusted ourselves down, girded up our loins and prepared ourselves for the France/ Brazil game.
We had some dinner then headed out to the little pub where we were going to watch it.
By the time we arrived it was already too packed to get inside, but this wasn't a problem, since they had a huge screen and the wall practically opened up so that you could see everything from the street.In fact, it turned out to be an advantage, given that it was so bloody hot.
Well, you know how that match turned out as well, but I don't think you can understand just how mental everything got, unless you were there.
Much singing and dancing in the street, as you would expect, except for those amongst our party who were supporting Brazil of course.

It was getting late so I said my goodbyes and headed for the metro, thinking that the festivities were over, I couldn't have been more wrong.
My stop was at the end of the line, so the Metro was empty and it was easy to get a seat, but all changed at the next stop.
As we pulled into the station I could hear the crowd singing Allez les Bleus, Allez le Bleus! over and over again.
They poured into the train and within seconds it was jampacked, I was so grateful to have gotten a seat earlier.
The crowd was mostly young people, late teens, early twenties, and despite the chaos, it was all very friendly.The singing and screaming never stopped, you could feel the whole train swaying from side to side as we travelled along.
It was obvious that every station we pulled into could hear us coming, they just stood on the platform and laughed as we arrived, knowing that there was no way they were getting on the train.
And so it continued until I finally got home, but even then the singing and fireworks lasted well into the night.
And this was just the quarter final, it was worse for the semi-final, though I stayed home to watch that one.But on Sunday I'm off again to Paris, for the big one.
watch this space for an account of how that turns out.

Slàn.

17 comments:

Mick said...

You have to link us if it really is to be a plug... ;-) The secret of blogging is in the linking...

Cruithne said...

OK, it's been amended.

I'll try to add more links down the side when I get the hang of it.

Larissa said...

Hey, you! Very nice. :)

Shazadelic said...

Oh! for a moment I lived in Paris!

Shazadelic said...

By the way that's me Shaz, someone else has my name!

Cybez said...

ádh mór ort” :-)

Cybez said...

and...

http://www.northernirishblogs.com/getting_listed.php

http://www.irishblogs.ie/getting_listed.php

and to keep you amused

http://my.statcounter.com/register.php

and last but not least linking to

"sh1tty 1st draft"
...potentially the work of a literary genius ;-)
http://shittyfirstdraft.blogspot.com

will help to enrich your blogging life ;-)

Cruithne said...

Thanks for those links Cyberscribe.I'll try to make the most of them, and stick your blog in the links section.

Misty said...

You should know by now that if you really look like a French, you'll never look like a twat. Au contraire, mon frère. You'll look like a clever, sophisticated, beautiful person, as we, French, all are.
Saying that, smoking is bad for health.

Anonymous said...

Hey Stewie

Penny said...

I swear to God I wasn't The Anonymous poster who called you Stewie.

Anyway, great job, Stewart. I was going to post kudos to you last night when I first looked, but you didn't have your comment line open for guests.

Davei said...

Nice blog going here! Keep at it.

The only time I have been in Paris was as a high schooler on a band trip. We stayed in an old hotel on the Place de la Republique, so that brought back some memories. I'm sure it has changed a lot since I was there, but I remember this incredible sidewalk café where we ate fries and stayed out late.

Anonymous said...

Stewie, this is a nice blog I wish you many of comments.

Cordaylia said...

Hi Cruithne - nice looking blog; and I'm looking for more writings on what's happening in Paris?

Cordaylia said...

" This blog works on the theory that if you type enough words, eventually some of them are going to mean something. "

This fits into a book I'm reading called "Mind Magic". Same theory, more or less.

Bob_mac said...

Hi there,
This is good. I'm thinking of doing my own blog sometime soon so I'm looking for ideas. I like this site.
Btw, I agree with your comments about Ann Coulter. I think her pic disproves the theory of Intelligent Design.
All the best,

maria elena said...

I like your use of time and space. The day progresses well and in writing that is not an easy task. That background elements, such as, the African drums and music lend a real flavor to the atmosphere. Good piece.