It's been ages since I've posted here, I almost forgot how it works... But I am back for a while to document my life in Paris.
It's my first day and I absolutely love it! My window is wide open letting in the night air and some street noise - car sound and people's voices intertwined...
'I have to make it to the market!' that's the thought that kept running through my brain while I was making uncountable circles around the park. I pushed myself out this morning from the comfort of my lair into the Martin Luther King's park, which is just across from the building I now reside, for a dutiful exercise. I am training for a marathon, and, to be honest I have too few weeks to be lazy, but I still am once in a while, so today I wasn't... There were a few runners already there, the park was nice and thoughtfully planted - the trees would give a needed shadow for a sunny hot morning. I run listening to an audiobook, but more often than not my attention was with the people in the park - ladies lazily sunbathing and smoking slim cigarets, families settling under trees for a picnic, little children running, laughing the way it makes you laugh too, couples playing ping pong, skateboarders doing their tricks...
Circles later, new runners came in, a few left... I kept my drill for a while, but then I had to make it to the market, so I left too. A quick shower and I am back on the streets... The market is just around the corner, but it's covered, so I would have missed it if it wasn't for the warm smell of something baked. I entered to the view of stalls full of vegetables and fruit, nuts and sweets, cheese and olives - full of wonderful odor and color. That's the experience I was craving for. I did my shopping and went back to taste my purchases over a briskly made lunch. Next on the schedule was to passively socialize with a book I've started on advice of my sister. It kept me up all night and I was determined to finish it today in a cafe or a park. I chose a park - Parc Monceau - as a fellow couch surfer was offering his company for a shared reading experience. I didn't meet the guy, but I've made it to the park and made wonderful discoveries on the way - boulangerie, patisserie, a lot of nice little restaurants (I hope I remembered the streets so I can trace my way back and actually dine there at some point), delis, bookstores, cheese and wine stores, all casually planted in the vicinity of my hose... It would take me about a month to explore all those properly...
Le Parc Monceau happened to be a beautiful oasis full of trees, flowers, a lake and plenty of green to lay about. It was packed with people, so I got my share of socializing just by being around. I did some people watching laying on a picnic blanket under a tree, but I was mostly immersed in the book I brought with... I had to pull down my sunglasses a few times when my eyes were tearing over unfair life situations the characters were going through and I had push myself back home a few hours later.
My training wasn't finished for the day, so I took another running session when the evening brought some cool to the air.
A quick dinner by the open into Paris window, another reading session and voila the day is over...
It's my first day and I absolutely love it! My window is wide open letting in the night air and some street noise - car sound and people's voices intertwined...
'I have to make it to the market!' that's the thought that kept running through my brain while I was making uncountable circles around the park. I pushed myself out this morning from the comfort of my lair into the Martin Luther King's park, which is just across from the building I now reside, for a dutiful exercise. I am training for a marathon, and, to be honest I have too few weeks to be lazy, but I still am once in a while, so today I wasn't... There were a few runners already there, the park was nice and thoughtfully planted - the trees would give a needed shadow for a sunny hot morning. I run listening to an audiobook, but more often than not my attention was with the people in the park - ladies lazily sunbathing and smoking slim cigarets, families settling under trees for a picnic, little children running, laughing the way it makes you laugh too, couples playing ping pong, skateboarders doing their tricks...
Circles later, new runners came in, a few left... I kept my drill for a while, but then I had to make it to the market, so I left too. A quick shower and I am back on the streets... The market is just around the corner, but it's covered, so I would have missed it if it wasn't for the warm smell of something baked. I entered to the view of stalls full of vegetables and fruit, nuts and sweets, cheese and olives - full of wonderful odor and color. That's the experience I was craving for. I did my shopping and went back to taste my purchases over a briskly made lunch. Next on the schedule was to passively socialize with a book I've started on advice of my sister. It kept me up all night and I was determined to finish it today in a cafe or a park. I chose a park - Parc Monceau - as a fellow couch surfer was offering his company for a shared reading experience. I didn't meet the guy, but I've made it to the park and made wonderful discoveries on the way - boulangerie, patisserie, a lot of nice little restaurants (I hope I remembered the streets so I can trace my way back and actually dine there at some point), delis, bookstores, cheese and wine stores, all casually planted in the vicinity of my hose... It would take me about a month to explore all those properly...
Le Parc Monceau happened to be a beautiful oasis full of trees, flowers, a lake and plenty of green to lay about. It was packed with people, so I got my share of socializing just by being around. I did some people watching laying on a picnic blanket under a tree, but I was mostly immersed in the book I brought with... I had to pull down my sunglasses a few times when my eyes were tearing over unfair life situations the characters were going through and I had push myself back home a few hours later.
My training wasn't finished for the day, so I took another running session when the evening brought some cool to the air.
A quick dinner by the open into Paris window, another reading session and voila the day is over...
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