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As I'm running out la porte

What I like about Paris

Red
Pistache
Pistache icecream cones
eclairs de pistache
Walking
Signage - A LOT of signage
Bright colors
Free High Speed internet
Drain pipes
Cracked & crumbly facades




What I don't like about Paris

Cold
Upstairs éléphant
English spoken rarely outside of touristy places
My inability to learn French
Homesickness
Bad shampoo & conditioner
Black - everyone wears black - lemmings

Countdown! One week and a day!

Am I depressed?

I'm not manic. I go to sleep about 7 pm, wake around 4 am because my back hurts. I don't want to go out (do the damn laundry already!) but I've been agoraphobic for awhile. I want to spend a week like a tourist, visiting all the touristy places.

But I have to get out of the apartment!

the éléphant upstairs

I have learned some new french words should I ever meet the éléphant upstairs:

Je vous maudis - I curse you
Grossier - rude
Le plus mauvais homme français sur terre - the worst french guy in the world
About his "girl"

talonneur dan de hauts talons - hooker in high heels Why else doesn't she take them off?

Je vous déteste - I hate you

Mourer - DIE!

It's 8:39 am and the merde already has his stereo loud. Turning on the cartoons!

I will go all ugly (American) on son âne français

Rude

I know why I'm not out & about that much: I don't walk fast. Hell, I don't do anything fast! So I'm constantly having people zip RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME like asshole cyclists do to buses here... & stop lights, pedestrians, cars... I think they should be struck on principle.



This is Sunday in Paris. Note the empty streets. Tomorrow is Sunday. I'll be out & about

More annoying sounds of Paris

It sounds like the jangle from those old Ice cream bicycles but a lot louder. And at my age, far more annoying. If the Good Humor man is pedaling down the street, he isn't making much progress down rue Rousselet,



Yesterday, it was air raid sirens. I kept looking for everyone to run, or some hysteria (I mean, these folks freak out at snow) but nothing. Then I waited for bombs. When nothing catastrophique happened, I went back to making a mess with watercolors.

Also, trying to write cowboy poetry, but mine veers off into social commentary. In galloping verse.

ALSO I was accepted into the Colrain Poetry Manuscript Conference. YAY ME!

Playing Battle of the Noise

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With the elephant upstairs. I have never heard someone with the footfall this thing (still don't know if it's male or female) as. I have the tv on LOUD, it's the cartoon channel, yet I can still hear it stamping about upstairs. I'm going to leave this in my review of this apartment. This bitch was worse than the weather!

I was excepted into the Colrain Poetry Manuscript conference in September. $995.00. Hope to have B Movie Substantially finished.