A friend once told me that Parisians never directly look at you. When I asked what he meant he said that they will maybe look at you while you aren't looking and turn away their gaze just in time to avoid any bit of eye contact, or they'll stare at your reflection in the metro windows. Lately I've been blatantly staring at a lot of Parisians. I've been glancing at their clothes, at their hair, at their faces of stone with my own stone cold face. There's an art to looking like you don't give a *merde*. It's an art I can appreciate.
A cold, sunny day in London!
So I'm currently listening to the Hamilton album. It's been so long since I've blogged! My goodness! So it's currently our late winter break (I'm not even sure what it's called). I decided to take a day trip to London. Well, actually, in November last year I was able to score Hamilton tickets the very first second they went on sale! And somehow, by the grace of God truly, I was able to score a ticket during my break! My seat was in the Royal section, row 3, seat 3! I want to go on and on about how amazing Hamilton was, but let me recall the whole day, starting from the very start! Approx. 7:30 AM I could talk about my overnight bus journey, but that's a whole other story. It was fine but it's pretty interesting getting from Paris to London by bus, especially overnight. I'll tell that story another time. So I arrived around 7:30 am at Victoria Coach Station and took my time getting off of the bus and to the station's bathrooms to get changed. ...
Oh wow...not to give a “merde”!
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