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Friday, July 1, 2005

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Metro Entrance St. Germaine

Paris is the Sister City of Chicago…

Perhaps that’s why I felt so at ease and wonderful while I was there…

Perhaps it was because I stayed there once before, in the exact arrondissement (11th), that I felt like I was a citizen, a worker, a neighbor…

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Perhaps it was because of teenagers like this lively fellow that I felt right at home!

Vive la Difference #1: He was skating right next to Notre Dame Cathedral…

Perhaps it was because I saw this little pup one day and it reminded me of none other than NY’s own Buddy the Wonder Dog!

Vive la Difference #2: This dog was in a cafe and had wandered over to our table for some props while we were lunching…


Vive la Difference #3: Not only do little friends sometimes visit the restaurants, (I didn’t see any big dogs in the City), you might catch a glimpse of one nestled next to its owner on the subway or busline like this:


As long as your dog was encased in a nice, and fashionable, I noticed, sack, it was welcome on the subway and bus lines…

A different sort of domestic sackage took place in the subway near St. Germaine, when I was boarding a train with Becky and Jackie

After a fine lunch at Les Deux Magots, we repaired to the Metro to return to Bastille. It was Rush Hour – people were running for the train. (This surprised me because the trains come every five minutes or so…)

Before I knew what was happening, a very large woman had shoved me into the door frame as she ran onto the car. I felt a tickling sensation under my arm!

Someone was FISHING in my bucket bag! Instinctively, I reached under my arm and grabbed the hand and twisted it and its owner around, slamming him into the subway doorframe. I grabbed him by the throat screaming into his face, "Don’t you ever put your Mf’n hand in my Mf’n purse YOU Mfer!!!"

I had no idea where this horrible language came from but it must’ve been those times my friends and I sat around drinking wine and discussing theatre. On those occasions, we would make up fantasy David Mamet dialogue and the person who could insert the most Mf’ers in one sentence was feated for the night…

PICKPOCKETS! They’re all over the place in Paris! I had lured one right to me with my gaping bucket bag, which was molested unsuccessfully for its maps, camera and makeup…

He and his two accomplices rode with us until the next stop – total elapsed time – 2+ minutes? Those trains are FAST… It was repulsive but fascinating to see him shaking after the loud blessing I had given him. They ran off when the train stopped. No Parisian spoke a word.

My faith was restored in Mankind, when the next day or so on the bus home from Musee d’Orsay (where we heard a recorded loudspeaker message in 5 languages warning of pickpockets on the premises), I spotted this handsome gent, also in St. Germaine…

OOOhhh LA La ladies – this photo does not do him justice but had me panting. I told my travelmates that I might have to hang the sock on the door and…



Retire for the day with my vapours…

Vive la Difference!~

NEXT: Street Scenes GALORE!

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