Prease! no coat, prease!

So here's my somewhat sketchy show of pics for two and a bit Parisian days. 

Saucisson fingers over a champagne moment on Eurostar there and the life changing discovery of salted peanuts and peanut M&Ms making for one of the best snacks I've tried.

Hazy days walking, what felt like the entireity of Paris north of the Seine. Staggering from Bastille, up through Marias to Canal Saint Martin. 

Then to Monmartre to rediscover Diablo (what I once thought was a long lost companion from many a French family holiday and potentially a figment of my imagination).

Making the acquaintance of a Japanese lady from fudge magazine who heckled us for pictures: 'Prease, no coat, not coat, prease, it Spring feature, warm, no coat'. 


Bourg Tibourg, the name says it all, I'm not sure I need say more, but in essence a very funny night.


Then out to Bellville to grunge bars where things happen in toilets, men dress as women, no one would expect you not to be French and a vodka tonic is a free pour to a measure of the bartender's choosing leaving room for just a splash of tonic- if only it were like that here. And then photography got foggy. Just one more stop before the night gets started.

Down Oberkampf to disco bar, then to Charbon where we met Andre who should be Andre 3,000. 

Then to Noveau Casino where we walked in on a familiar sound and did a lot of dancing.
Salem, "Trapdoor" by selftitledmag

Sunday, more walking taking in most of the sights from the film Before Sunset. Before I sat rather tramp like on Pont Neuf to recover from one heavy night with only four hours sleep.

Then back down to earth with a clunk yesterday.

This is why I don't do digital

You end up with a picture about as accurate/ reliable as you might get with analogue, but it's not half as fun. 

So my record of a weekend in Paris, on the whole, is a semi-focused one.

But maybe I'm not giving my crappy Samsung digital any credit. Maybe it's more advanced than it's years. Maybe it can capture your actual feelings. (And I don't mean in that gay way that Makerteers might talk about 'capturing emotions'). Maybe, in pictoral form, it boxes off your state of being in that moment. In which case, SPOT ON SAMSUNG!

Nope, I'm kidding myself. Digital, you let me down.

And one day...

...I'm going to write like this.