July 18th, 2006

me: wrong side of the mirror

Paris on Bastille Day.

We arrived on the Eurostar at around noon and went from the Gare du Nord into Saint-Denis, which is the sort of place that, when you climb into a taxi at 4:30 in the morning, the driver looks at you and says, "You want to go where?!", an immigrant community consisting mostly of persons of North African descent. It's the sort of place where you'll see more Algeria football shirts than France football shirts, and it's also where our new friends live in their flat full of tiny and beautiful things. Collapse )