Paris is magic. No... that is not quite it either. I am not a big believer in magic, but Paris has it in spades. The first day I went straight to the d'orsay. A huge line up of hundreds of people?! In october? I was a half hour early. Spending the entire day there, eight hours of note taking and art appreciation, amazing... then I walked out. My brain was frizzled, fried and smelled of onion and garlic.
In this state the best course of action is to time warp into a dimension of pillowy comfort to allow for physical and mental relaxation. Back to reality I walk out of a museum and into another museum... that of the city itself. The river seine, lined with 18th century architectural triumphs and either side. Ahh, the french do pomp with extra pomp sauce.
Over the bridge and through the louvre and into downtown paris. The point in which the magic is overtaken by something more real, and raw.... pure urban energy. People, cars, hustling to get shit done. I love this energy but I think Paris would squeeze me, until I had smoked my lungs to nothingness and went broke from five euro drinks. I am starting feel like this working research trip is going to be very rewarding, but also a lot of work. Keep walking...
keep walking... endless walking. Find the Pho restaurant at the end of the rainbow.
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