It’s Like I’m Home

I could never live in New York City, I know this, I have visited many a times and enjoyed almost every time. It is just too busy and cramped and just not a place I could see myself living. I got into Paris and felt like it was just right. I could totally see myself living here. I am not sure for how long, but I definitely can see it.

Anyway, getting to my adventures. I got off of the train and headed to the first subway. Caught that and headed to my second. I decided to skip the Louve and just head to Gare de Lyon in case I had any issues. I got off there and needed to get out of the station. It took me a good 15 minutes to get out, literally I had no idea what it was telling me to do. Go this way go that way exit here exit there but not once was there an exit to the outside. I found my way to an information desk and they pointed me towards luggage storage. The guy at the desk told me I would need a small locker, 4 euro but that it only accepted coins. I had 3,80 he gave me the ,20 which I thought was extremely nice.

I found my way outside and walked all around. Within minutes I a man stopped me and said something; no idea. He realized I spoke English and it was a total he was hitting on me. He was old though; and I look young – that is all just wrong to me. Here is something that I was thinking about; In America we got into a thing of calling black people African American(even though there are plenty who are not). What is the “politically correct” way of calling a black person in France? African European? This is in no way meant to offend anyone, I just started thinking about it and really have no idea.

I made my way to Bastille which is the street market that I was supposed to check out but forgot to when I was last in Paris. There was no street market but there were people practicing walking on new wave stilts. I found a restaurant and got a falafel which was good – it honestly just made me miss Atlanta, there was a place there that was way amazing. On my way back to the train station I found a group of kids dressed as a mix between the Insane Clown Posse and The Joker; white faces, black line/diamond down the eyes and wide painted smiles. They were drumming and screaming and just a mess. I looked for a bit then kept going.

I was stuffed in the best possible way and decided to head back, of course I stopped to get a pastry first and then began walking. I got all discombobulated and did not get a map of the town. I asked someone and they pointed me in the right direction. I purposely went the other way (not sure why) but listened to his directions and found my way quickly. I headed back and found the train station, but it was not the ghetto part that I left from. I walked for a bit and found it.