Parislog 51
August 27, 2006


Ah the metro is such an amazing place to hang around in. I was at a transfer point and two guys were walking in front of me. I noticed them immediately because they were dressed in a mix of Goth, Rave, and Rasta. A very interesting mix if I do say so myself. The one guy had dreads with string wrapped around them in the Jamaican flavors of yellow, green, and black. He had on head to toe black clothes and he must have been creeping close to 7 feet tall. The other was no slouch in height but certainly wasn't in that range. He was wearing the Raver pants that are super wide with all the straps and buckles hanging from the legs. His socks were non-too clean and neither were the clothes so I don't know if they were some level of street life or not. Then there was the rat. No a real rat sitting on the shoulder of the tall guy. He was just hanging out there and walking around as we were all walking through the tunnels to the next train. The faces on the people who noticed were a fascinating play of stunned but not going to react, as the people here tend to do. People control themselves from noticing oddities but you can always see the tiny little twitch of a reaction.

I had such a hard time getting up to go because I allowed myself to stay up too late last night. Plus the building across the way from me had a huge party that went until 3 AM and still wasn't done. They so nicely shared their party with us by having all the windows open so that we could share in their taste in music. Just think YMCA. Yes, they really played it. They also sang along to many songs too. It was all so perfectly lovely. Throat clearing.

I managed to drag myself out of bed so that I could go to a photography club. The plan was to wander around Paris taking pictures of a particular list of things. We split up into small groups and our targets were the bridges of the river Seine, bicycles, and leaves on the ground, green and flags. We spent 3 hours wandering, shooting and talking and had a great time. Afterwards we went to the group leaders house and he downloaded everyones shots. We watched a slideshow of the days worked and had a little nibble. Our group didn't do so well with the bridges of the Seine because we didn't read the instructions well and just thought it was bridges. We went towards the Canal St. Martin and half way there realized our mistake. We took pictures of the map with the bridges. Hah!

I am a tired girl this evening after such a busy period. I will not be here for the next three days as I am going on a little trip with A* and I*. I will tell you all about it when I get back.