I've been several times in Paris, That city on the shores of the Seine where sometimes they say the sun shines. The first came from Portsmouth, where I spent a few months destroying the language and drinking all the pints that I could, After a long journey in ferry and bus. Before returning to Spain, I decided to get closer to the city of light and return to the islands again, a trip of several days where the only sure thing was that there was nothing sure.
I accompanied me Luis, A young people from Madrid who lived in Portsmouth for a few years. I worked at an elderly residence and the first thing he asked me when we met was what they were playing Juanito and Santillana In Real Madrid. The two had been retired for several years.
I first arrived from Portsmouth after a long journey in ferry and bus
We planted in Paris With the joints about to strike and without a place to spend the night, The puffed pockets and a backpack full of sandwiches that we had thoroughly prepared in Portsmouth not to have to buy food in five days. We were what is now called quality tourism.
My mother had spoken to me wonders of the Parisian shelters. Thirty years had passed since his visit to Paris, But then the Internet had not even been conceived and a mother's advice is a mother's advice. We walk to a shelter. It was full and they drawn us, With that natural sympathy so Parisian, A gloomy panorama. We probably did not find free places if we had not reserved and, even in the event that there are, We should accredit with the young card. I didn't even know what that was.
The shelter was full and drew us, With that natural sympathy so Parisian, A gloomy panorama
We continue walking the city under a leading sky, That then I imagined passenger. We were no longer looking for shelters, but some cheap hostel with a free room. Near the Latin neighborhood, I remember, We ran into the New World Hotel when our feet began to melt with the shoes leather. The price seemed reasonable and we decided to reserve one night. The room was tiny, just four meters from side to side, But at least there were two beds.
The accommodation had been solved and we dedicated the rest of the day to tour the city. WE CENDING IN AN MC DONALDS. They had a propaganda with a dozen walking tours on Paris with rudimentary maps. We take it. During the following days we all made them, Although Luis was about to return to Portsmouth in order to lose sight.
We arrive at the dawn to the room and we found a guy sleeping in one of the beds
Our first night in the New World was unforgettable. We arrive at dawn and when we enter the room we find a guy sleeping in one of the two beds. We wake him up with bad ways. He was a New York young man (So we were all young) And it didn't seem very willing to leave the bed free. He had paid like us (I guess knowing that the room was shared) And he sent us to the receptionist. It wasn't a time of Broncas. There was a bed and two bodies tired sighing for it. I took out a coin and we put it on luck. It was expensive. Luis had to sleep on the ground.
The next day the receptionist had to listen to all our string of expletives. He didn't flinch. With our backpack we returned to the street, Again without lodging in sight. By chance we encounter a pension with affordable prices. Then we understood everything. In our room there were six Literas. We would share dreams with another ten people. We look at the bathroom in the hallway. It was clean. We decided to stay.
We walk Paris conscientiously with the stomach be sliced ??with Bimbo
Between sandwich and snack, We walk Paris conscientiously, grobing again and again the Mc Donalds itineraries map, until I almost got rid of my fingers. When the stomach was already being sliced ??with bimbo, We stopped where we wanted and then we continued route. We go up to the Eiffel Tower on foot until the steps came out of our mouths, We toured the banks of the Sena again and again, We did what is expected of any tourist on a first visit to Paris, But always on foot. Our multicomparty room seemed to us a palace when we returned at night.
Back to Portsmouth, still with the occasional sandwich in the bedroom, I thought I would never return to Paris. And what if I did. In the coming years I returned several times, already from Spain, but then radically different. I had been poor man in Paris and now I had to act as a rich man.
I had been poor man in Paris and now I had to act as a rich man
Invited by various medical laboratories to drug presentations or "express congresses", I saw myself suddenly eating in a charming bistro; CENING IN CAROS RESTAURANTS OF VERSALLESCAS ESTANCES, High roofs and kind words; sleeping in hotels with library employees; moving around the city comfortably in taxi; Uploading to the Eiffel Tower; sailing the Seine without thinking where to spend the night… Note, even, that they smiled at me more although, sometimes, I couldn't help leaking my hand on my back looking for the sandwiches package.
