Thursday, 23 October 2014

Latin Quarter // My Home

So I can almost guarantee that my temporary French suburb is a bagillion times better than your suburb. You know why…. because I bet you've never had a police escorted ROLLER BLADE PARADE happen down your street. This actually happened a week ago and it was wonderful. The police sirens going off, the cars pulling off to the side of the street. The road literally parted like the red sea and I couldn't figure out why and then they came. Hundreds of them. Just casually roller blading up my street with their roller-blade-loving peers having a hella good time.

Also, I've been hearing this trumpet going off on some afternoons but have never been able to place where the noise is coming from. I thought it may be a neighbour playing their favourite track obnoxiously loud but it kept fading in and out all the time. I stuck my head out of the window one night when the sound was so close I knew I had to find it, and one block away an old man walked by with these speakers in the kind of trolley kart old people take to the markets, and his trumpet in his hand playing along to the track I've been hearing for weeks. Just strolling along as if everyone else were interrupting his private business of playing his trumpet in the streets.

Welcome to the neighbourhood kids.

Wednesday, 22 October 2014

Covent Garden

It's a personal tradition to always go to Covent Garden when I'm in the neighbourhood (see how I phrased that then? Making it seem like it's frequent enough that I ALWAYS go). My visit before this trip, my sis and I roamed around for hours watching the street performers. Seriously the best thing is to grab a drink at Punch & Judy and set yourself up on their balcony. You get the great view and don't feel the intense pressure to have to clap along when the street performer asks you too. From this wonderfully high vantage point,  you also have no chance of being that awkward ring in that get asks to "pretend catch" a bunch of swords or something. It's a win win. And there is wine. Holla!

(Here's some pics Circa 2012 when we were just hanging on said balcony, a comfortable distance from the performer)

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