5/24/05

5/24/05

Ruby and I bought a bottle of cheap wine, and with that, some bread, some fruit (a mango too), a yogurt and her plaid shirt, we went to the Notre Dame to picnic. After we set up the picnic, the park cop told us to hide our wine (though we could still drink it), so we put Ruby’s coat over our heads and took shots of cheap French wine, using mango pieces as chasers (because it tasted really gross). We’ve now finished half the bottle, and I’ve got a little buzz, and I’m pissed at the pigeon and the Turkish man who just asked me for sex. I think that’s what he was getting at anyways, but it was pretty obvious he was trying to kiss me (not just bisous), and he wouldn’t leave me alone. Ruby sobered up real fast, coming back from the bathroom to see me pushing him away, and together we both drove him off, though it took far too many “avoir”s.

-----> 7:30pm We’re on the train to Lille right now, and we’ve left Paris far behind. It’s a city with such a strange dichotomy, full of history and tourists, smelling of piss, reeking of cons and lies. Everywhere you turn there are masterpieces that take your breath away, and everywhere you turn someone is trying to make money off them. for a city full of art, there are very few artists who still know the love of art, it seems. It’s a tourist industry, with mass production. It’s depressing, and it makes me glad I’m a photographer.