In Paris there’re many people dancing: hip-hop, african dances, salsa. Many people dancing tango. And they are mad about it.
Tango is a dance of Paris. Free milongas were held on Parisien quays before it had been prohibited. Dances outdoors need ensurance, and City hall is ready to sponsor it. But there’s no person who would take responsibility for events on him/herself.
But Parisiens dance: in clubs and dancing schools, on boats and squares. Yesterday in front of Basilique de Saint-Denis GOTAN project performed their “Tango 3.0“. I’m not a fan of tango. But that was awesome: passionate, fresh, powerful.
The square of the plendid gothic cathedral was a theatre of tango stories. That amazes me in Paris – how old and new, history and moment co-exist in harmony here.
It was freezing but I stayed till the end of the concert.
Paris is infused by art. This city is full of talented people, inspiration and freedom. France appreciates her artists and provides them all kinds of benefits.
This spirit dwells squares and streets, parks and metro stations. Paris sings and plays – mostly in the evenings. But street paintings you can admire all the day round.
So I went to Rue de Menilmontant. There I’ve found many people in a hurry, street paintings and another gothic cathedral – Église Notre-Dame-de-la-Croix de Ménilmontant.
Another place where you can find plenty of street paintings is Belleville (walking distance from Menilmontant). Just to the right and again right from metro Belleville there’s a street that’s fully painted with graffiti.
There I met Kouka, the artist and just a very open person. He invited me to his exibition “Identite” on rue de Ricardie, and I will definitely visit it.
This is another reason I adore Paris. People are so open and easy-going here. Today just for one hour I met and exchanged contacts with two wonderful and interesting personalities. Why doesn’t it happen in Saint-Petersburg?
If this would be an ad page I would write: Stay artistic! Visit Paris : )
When there’s no energy to do sightseeing and at the same time relaxing in a park seems waste of time, good option is to go to Pere Lachaise cemetery – “a museum in open air”. I feel there relaxed and entertained at the same time.
Pere Lachaise is huge! Wandering around narrow paths among graves can take hours. Sculptures is a curiosity of Pere Lachaise. Necroromantism in its brightest expression. Diversity of emotions: from sadness to hope.
But for me main attraction of Pere Lachaise cemetery are glass paintings. You can find them in numerous crypts all around the cemetery.
From my previous trip to Paris I have tons of photos of Lachaise’s glass paitings – I was so excited that checked almost every of in a certain part of the cemeter. To look at all of them would take a week of regular visits there.
I loved this one above especially. Mostly because of colours that are perverted on the photo because of glass between us.
I’ve found a couple of paintings that look really modern. As if taken from contemporary art museum. Like this one below.
Pere Lachaise is a last stay of many famous people. Oscar Wirlde, for example. His grave is easily recognized from all others. You’ll understand why : )
And I love him too! Especially his quotes about women))
“Don’t give a woman advice: one should never give a woman anything she can’t wear in the evening”
So, entering the cemetery, have a look on its map to find a grave – and leave a warm note to buddy Oscar ; )
Life law: if everything goes the worst way, relax and smile ‘coz afterwards will be definitely better.
So you won’t be surprised that being stuck at the airport turned to become a nice adventure. I was hungry and asked for exchange for the automat. This is how I met Roberto, Dominican who lives in States. He was travelling in Norway and everywhere made funny photos… with small wooden chair : ) I know many people travelling with toys but a guy with a chair I met the first time in my life! On parisien map we write a message to the dwellers of night Charle-de-Gaulle: “The little chair needs change”. Finally a Chilean girl bought us cookies. Marsella became a third person of our small company.
21.06. – La Fete de la Musique. Evening of this day is full of music of all kinds. Stages and musicians are everywhere. Concerts and parties are held in every bar, on every square. While walking, I was diving from one song to another. Sounds crossed, melodies waved, voices resonate. People gathered around artists, danced and drank. Atmosphere!
In the afternoon I went to Sacre Coeur – the place where I was so happy the last September. Nothing has really changed there. Street artists, many tourists and stunning view of Paris. I met my friends, played drum a little bit, listened to Youri‘s songs. And felt as if hadn’t left Sacre Coeur…
My friend Faouzy invited me to the concert of his band Bato Loko in L’Italian style cafe. So this was a place where I ended up on La Fete de la Musique.
Warm evening, sunny music, cheerful people from over the world, dancing salsa – I was at home around 5am : )
So if you like music, parties, dancing – come to Paris on 21 of June, you won’t be disappointed!
Everything has started so well… Now the previous post looks ridiculous. But will write everything in order.
My departure to Paris would be at 22-40. The flight was delayed. For 2 hours (estimated) – exactly that amount of time that I needed to catch RER and metro to the city in time and have a cup of tea with Amalia.
Well, let it be. We arrive at 00-25. Bla-bla, riding around the airport, waiting for a bag… time was passing. But! – still there’s a chance to catch RER, as it’s written in my old guidebook: the last train leaves at 1-15. Long walk in order to find staircase downstairs that leads me to the station. It’s 1-00. Bingo?
No fucking way! There are reconstructions held on RER exactly in CDG and exactly this summer. So trains stop going at 23-00. Night at the airport has become a reality. I’m tired and hungry. All the flight I dreamt about yogurt that I had in my big backpack. Time to have dinner?
No fucking way! I notice that all bag is covered with yogurt!!! Perhaps, airport workers threw it on a floor, and the pack flopped. Praising God that notebook (that is on the top of the bag) is in a good cover, I forget about hunger and transfer to the city and head to WC. As a small compensation od a “horror”, I brush my teeth. Finita la comedia. Drop the curtain.
At the moment my bagpack is almost clean (at the first glance), I’m still hungry but mood is good. Finally feel myself on way : )
P.S. And that’s only the firsts night in Paris! What will be further?
Well, the only news for this moment: journey has started!
My plan looks like that: flying to France – hitch-hiking through Southern Europe – sailing to Minorca, Mallorca, Ibiza – crossing Atlantic ocean with Cris – hitch-hiking in South America. No plan for further way. Sounds exciting, yep? : )
I’m in Helsinki’s airport. Next destination: Paris.
I’m quite sleepy because of early wake up to hop on a taxi-bus to Finland. By the way, if I would book straight flight from Saint-Petersburg to Paris, would be not more expensive than my tricky combination with taxi-bus and EasyJet. Or, maybe, even cheaper.
My mum went with me to the train station to say goodbye. So sweet… She worries too much about me.
Tomorrow Paris will be full of music. La Fete de la Musique! Can’t wait : )
To say this is one of reasons I start a blog. But I won’t greet the internet-community only. Alive people, natural places, hectic cities will appear on these pages… later.
Soon I’m going to another journey. I listen to the wind whispering… about dancing in Paris, hitch-hiking around Southern Europe, sailing a yacht across Atlantic ocean, hitch-hiking in South America… we’ll see where it lead me afterwards. We trust each other.