It all begins with a crazy plan… Last Friday I finish my day at Hilton Amsterdam, and why no travel to Paris for my free weekend? … so I take a bus all night to the city which I have wanted all my life.
The Sunrise… When you live en Amsterdam, any other city it’s chaotic for you, when and was out of the bus, tow police man come to me show their police badge, and asking to me if a bring drugs, immediately take my bag, put on the floor and take everything out… after a few minutes the go faster to the bus looking for drugs… Believe if you go to Paris, never brig drugs with you… I go to the toilets, enter in the private and I listen a heels ´tac tac´, I was confused, I really entry to mans toilet? When I go out I see a tall black women, like a model, fabulous, speaking me in French, I only hear ´femme´, she do something like I don’t care, and go to the private, the sounds that I hear after, you can’t imagine… After this, I take the metro for free, I was lucky because the pollution was to high this days in Paris, and them the government make free the metro to reduce the traffic, yes I travel for free in Paris for one weekend. My first stop was Effiel Tower, the universal fetish… Was a dark sunrise, with a lot of fog, but if is your first time in this city, the wheatear don’t maters.
The Fancy Paris… Arc de Triomphe, Grand Palais, The Louvre, Place la Concorde, La Opera, les jardin eliseos champs, all around this places are gorgeous, to much golden, to much luxury, to much expensive…
The Dark (Noord) Paris… My hostel was in Paris Gare du Noord… when you go out of the station, say good bye to fancy and luxury things, drunk people on the floor, drugs, a dirty place, chaos, noise, that it’s the sin city, no Amsterdam.
Montmartre… Finally Paris!!! At 5 o clock, I arrived to paradise, the Paris that everybody wants to know, there are a lot of tourist, but the sunset its perfect; I taste the perfects quiches, in a traditional French patisserie, also the best cookies in my life, and I walk for the little streets of Montmatre with a beers in my hand, its possible in Paris…
This city its crazy, I need to coma back, to see the Mona Lisa, and eat a real beef bourguignon´ in a real French Bistro…