Wednesday, August 2, 2006

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"Paris: Day 04 - Pic-nic religious"

___ We awoke to a pleasant morning rain. I had been warned that the French croissants had nothing to do with the English, the real knew buttery croissants and shooting were rather bad ... to me they knew exactly. Well good they were! For Sunday, Laure we had planned a picnic with some friends in the park of Buttes-Chaumont , but the rain foiled him of lying to eat on the wet grass and then took us to eat on a roof.

___ had been left out of Mass at 12 o'clock, but we were delayed and went straight to the building that was in front of the church. We went and saw religious images on all sides. This was suspicious. Then we climbed some stairs and appeared in front of a choir singing in Chinese Asians. That was weird. Later we came upstairs and a series of characters, each one more geek, he welcomed us. That was scary. First I thought it would come out of that place of worship with a kidney less, then I realized how prejudiced I was and I imagined singing the Kumbaya-style "I love Laura ." That was surreal. But neither one thing nor the other, it turned out to be most entertaining.


___ the concept is interesting picnic by the French. In Spain you talk to someone going out for dinner (outdoors), and the first thing you think is in a crowded barbecue meat in a frying pan full of mussels and prawns or the worst in huge quantities sausage and bread. But in France Le not, maybe they value plus the fact of being outside the eating. Each brought their lunch boxes and then took what we wanted. There was pasta, sausages and snacks filth that I like (hooks, potatoes and stuff), but really not much food left over (although I was not hungry). That day I discovered the secret of the French to be so slim: eat less.

___ Although it is true that give the wine a pleasure. I am a teetotaler by conviction and because for me to drink a sip of wine is like swallowing a gallon of cologne. I know Ray, I'm not done for alcohol. But there was drinking a bottle of Bordeaux with the same ease and speed that I a Coca-Cola . I guess that's why I like both cakes. We got to try a kind of pastry called macarons (they are quite expensive in the cake): excellent! The outside seemed coated bread angel (the paste with which they make the hosts in the churches) and the interior was filled with a kind of jam. I am not very sweet (I love the sweet, although I prefer the fruit before the cakes), but I knew macarons to glory.


___ After eating, trying to make ourselves understood in French-of-basin and speaking as Indians arropajous "with some of the guests who knew the same thing we French English, Gabrielle One of the guys who were leaving the city, proposed to play a game. And his sister Eloise pulled a parachute. And I tried to flee in terror, fearing that those crazy tie me to the canvas of colors and tried to teach Paris from the air. But no, the parachute was found to be the bomb. It was sort of very large circular canvas, full of bright colors and stuff. All we went around, grasping tightly, and Gabrielle, who seemed to have experience as a monitor for games, began to tell us what we should do. If now pa'arriba , if now pa'abajo , if you have glasses now pal'centro , that if after the ball does not fall. We journeyed. It was most endearing, yes sir, especially because there were four or five kids who were having a great, and wherever they are, children are always laughing good vibes.

___ were more than 20 people, from children to parents and even the odd grandpa. It was most surreal travel Paris, drinking champagne French plastic cups on the roof of a building of the church listening to the trials of a Chinese choir and playing with a parachute. But this is the best of travel, meet people who otherwise would not know, see them in their salsa, learn their customs, their words, their way of moving and thinking. Sometimes a surreal picnic mind that frees more tostándote fifteen days on the beach counting grains of sand.

___ We returned home to prepare for the interview that afternoon. We passed the church and Laure explained the story of a beggar who is always sat on the stairs. When asked what his name, said that " Canard (duck), so people always brings all kinds of figurines of ducks, duck stamps and even duck to eat. I found one of those stories worthy of Amélie "the beggar Canard."

___ Finally, say that the saying "Where Rome, do as the Romans " is perhaps one of the most successful of those sayings are. That does not mean that if you're lost in the Amazon tribe and toasted worms eat you have to do it, or if China offer you a bite of sausage dog can not refuse, but it is true that letting go and strive to understand other cultures, is always appreciated by the locals. In addition, your mind will thank you.

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