31 july 2014 Day Two, They Too!
We waved our 'Grandmere' goodbye with tears behind our eyes, but only untill the corner of the street, because adventure called again!
At first she dressed up as a super small car. Thanks to its owner; puppy eyes Loraine, it took the four of us, all squeezed up, to the nearest gas station. Here, two policemen invited us to take a ride in the peugot they carried along behind their policebus. We thought it to be a broken car, but it turned out be a seatbelt-testing car. The car went all the way around and we screamed as in a rollercoaster. What a ride!
The real ride, all the 249 kilometres to Paris, we got from Edna; an elegant and chique lady. At first she was a little scared to take us along in her new, fantastic and fancy car. But she did! Along the way her eyes softned. And when we took a break she had to admit that what normally would have been a boring ride to her Dads, turned out to be good fun! She openheartedly kissed us goodbye at the border of Paris.
After a metroride we arrived at the Notre Dame, drank vin at Le Seine and were present at a photosession of a just married couple. Bonjour l'amour!
We went to the Shakespeare bookstore to ask for a place to sleep in return for some artistic work. Unfortunately the owner of the shop was gone. But instead, a musician in front of the shop, played a song, especially for us, about hitchhikers which he reckoned to be 'bad ass'.
We spend some time chilling in the park with pain avec fromage and decided to go to a place at the Seine, Nadja remembered, where the 'Pariseans' dance the salsa and the tango in summertime. We were most attracted to a square where people danced the classic rock n roll. Here we, the lady's in red, were kind of a phenonena between the grey-scale-closed dancing people. We were asked to dance by old granddads, energetic and enthusiastic like young playful dogs and by super well dancing nurds. Fun !!!
There was still no place to sleep and while Nadja and Bouke danced the tango, Marieke turned her Hello-I'm-in-search-of-a-sleeping-place-button on. At the end of the night, we could choose between the house with a lack of electricity of Maximilian, an enthusiastic Afro-man; a charming Canadian in a bad neighbourhood; the carpet of a 'dame chique' and Julien, an intelligent and somewhat distracted young and talented musician. We chose Julien, with the help of our safety detector.
He and his lovely and super friendly friend Kelly took us to a wine bar, full of artistic people. Here, the cars were used as tables and chairs, there was live music and everyone bought bottles of delicious wine to share. We seemed to have found romantic and 'bourgoundise' Paris.
The last metro brought us away from interesting conversations, but to Juliens apartment which looked more as a music studio. Here, Julien treated us to his music and while his music played, one after another we took off to dreamland.
In the middle of the night, we were woken up by thunder and lightning and heavy rain. Thankfull and glad that we had found a safe, warm and dry home-for-the-night, we once again closed our eyes....
We waved our 'Grandmere' goodbye with tears behind our eyes, but only untill the corner of the street, because adventure called again!
At first she dressed up as a super small car. Thanks to its owner; puppy eyes Loraine, it took the four of us, all squeezed up, to the nearest gas station. Here, two policemen invited us to take a ride in the peugot they carried along behind their policebus. We thought it to be a broken car, but it turned out be a seatbelt-testing car. The car went all the way around and we screamed as in a rollercoaster. What a ride!
The real ride, all the 249 kilometres to Paris, we got from Edna; an elegant and chique lady. At first she was a little scared to take us along in her new, fantastic and fancy car. But she did! Along the way her eyes softned. And when we took a break she had to admit that what normally would have been a boring ride to her Dads, turned out to be good fun! She openheartedly kissed us goodbye at the border of Paris.
After a metroride we arrived at the Notre Dame, drank vin at Le Seine and were present at a photosession of a just married couple. Bonjour l'amour!
We went to the Shakespeare bookstore to ask for a place to sleep in return for some artistic work. Unfortunately the owner of the shop was gone. But instead, a musician in front of the shop, played a song, especially for us, about hitchhikers which he reckoned to be 'bad ass'.
We spend some time chilling in the park with pain avec fromage and decided to go to a place at the Seine, Nadja remembered, where the 'Pariseans' dance the salsa and the tango in summertime. We were most attracted to a square where people danced the classic rock n roll. Here we, the lady's in red, were kind of a phenonena between the grey-scale-closed dancing people. We were asked to dance by old granddads, energetic and enthusiastic like young playful dogs and by super well dancing nurds. Fun !!!
There was still no place to sleep and while Nadja and Bouke danced the tango, Marieke turned her Hello-I'm-in-search-of-a-sleeping-place-button on. At the end of the night, we could choose between the house with a lack of electricity of Maximilian, an enthusiastic Afro-man; a charming Canadian in a bad neighbourhood; the carpet of a 'dame chique' and Julien, an intelligent and somewhat distracted young and talented musician. We chose Julien, with the help of our safety detector.
He and his lovely and super friendly friend Kelly took us to a wine bar, full of artistic people. Here, the cars were used as tables and chairs, there was live music and everyone bought bottles of delicious wine to share. We seemed to have found romantic and 'bourgoundise' Paris.
The last metro brought us away from interesting conversations, but to Juliens apartment which looked more as a music studio. Here, Julien treated us to his music and while his music played, one after another we took off to dreamland.
In the middle of the night, we were woken up by thunder and lightning and heavy rain. Thankfull and glad that we had found a safe, warm and dry home-for-the-night, we once again closed our eyes....