28/04/2006 Paris
It’s always the odor, which strikes me to reclaiming every single detail about Paris. “Me revoilà à Paris”, that’s the first text I sent to my friend JoJo in the Métro. Yes when the first air of Métro de Paris came to my brain, my eyes suddenly opened as lizard’s, which were converted into bizarre perspectives, to watch every movement of this peculiar French world.
“On ira à Paris”, the second ultimate salvation phrase during my trip, after the one in german“Alles wird gut”, surged into my mind. Whereas after so many years and so many vows of not ever coming back again to this city, “Me revoilà à Paris” still replaces every single perception of my mind without any effort.
It was a nice long walk with two Taiwanese friends in Paris. We went through the gorgeous passage Jouffroy again, for me the passage scene of Paris is just as splendid as the café scene in Vienna. It’s still very local and indigent which sheds some light to the over-touristique fatigue of Paris.
Later in the afternoon we went to a Marocan café, and had some cocktails. It was a funny café where displays full of marocan tacky products. They make the scene more exotic and improvised on purpose. At the same time, the high ceiling gives this place a divine space, which is perhaps almost the same height as the stairway to heaven. ChinLing should have seen that stairs too, after she had the second mojito and was taking photos of me by mocking the already dizzy drunk ShauZhong, who was laying back on the couch and smiling at us. His look reminded me exactly the phrase which I happened to snatch from a poster we just passing by in the passage :
”En attendant le nuage”.
Voilà, I am happy to have Paris again, which unfolds itself this way to me.
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