If I can unfairly sum up my time in Prague, it’d be with this short dialog…
Guy On Street: “Do you want to f**k a midget? She’s pregnant.”
Me: “No, now stop following me!”
But more later. Right now I gotta catch a plane so this is appropriate.
If I can unfairly sum up my time in Prague, it’d be with this short dialog…
Guy On Street: “Do you want to f**k a midget? She’s pregnant.”
Me: “No, now stop following me!”
But more later. Right now I gotta catch a plane so this is appropriate.
As you read this, I’m on a plane leaving Italy. I was last in Venice, Milan before that.
First, everyone warned me about Milan. They all said it was gonna be gray and dull. And it was at first. Then we found a cool bar (like the kind back home) and hung with male models but in truth Milan’s heart was still gray and soulless. Yes, Lake Como was beautiful but I was really happy to leave Milan.
Then I arrived in Venice. If we’ve ever talked about traveling, you know that Venice hates me and the feeling is mutual. I thought things would be different this time but they weren’t.
Therefore I leave Italy without looking back. Next stop, Prague.
But the internet here sucks. Had to find the one gelateria with free wifi. Don’t have much time so don’t expect the next update until Milan.
Before getting to that title, let me address the wedding and Juan-les-Pins.
JLP is a lovely beach town where a sandwich will set you back $11 and the cabbie isn’t sure if he wants to take your fare. Everything bad I said about service in Paris, I take back. It’s worse in the south of France.
As for the wedding, it was lovely. For all the juicier stories, you’re gonna have to ask me personally.
Oh, if I may offer one more Paris tip, always get the almond croissant over the chocolate.
Now, for that quote. I was in Italy once before and Italy hated me but I’m back and I’m reloaded like Carlito Brigante.
Let’s do this.
Despite the spotty service and internet, Paris is awesome. So much great food, wonderful art and the women, oh the women. From the lilt of their voice to the softness of their smile to…
But I digress. Paris was great (except that one friend got really sick).
Met some cool folk too. Yann, good luck with that science fiction script. Laura, have a safe trip to Toulouse. Emily, good luck finishing school in Ohio. Melanie, enjoy Chicago.
Off to find a car or train or place to the south of France. Juan-les-Pins, here we come!
Arrived in Paris last night Jesus, what an awesome city. The women are beautiful, folk are friendly (later I might tell you about Henri & Frank. One looked like a young, olive skinned Orson Welles, the other kept trying to kiss us–but not everyone is friendly. We were almost kicked out of our hotel for being rowdy Americans) and the food is amazing.
Okay, time for your two cents. What should I do/see in Paris?