Elysee Palace coffee

The turning point was in Paris at the Elysee Palace next to drink coffee.

At that time televised all went to visit Port Louis Garden, but I am insisting off team action, all the way to the West. The guide had to say, there, over the last few steps, there is a very nice café, you (bench) can take her to sit.

Bench often say that I don't have a large component of animal instinct.

Autumn leaves child a fall, they feel pinched together, while in early spring of mystery will let me waking hammers itself; there is no% head to find the mysterious disappearance of the bench is he human passions, the poles apart in the air of the result is almost always a fluke; on one occasion, there is a piece of cake bench in VCD placed several times also put out, I took over, with the Palm of the hand rubbed over surface of dust, then put that OK! bench dumbfounded looks at me and said: CD ~ ~ the most afraid of grinding ~ ~

In Paris, I began to feel wrong.

Paris almost innate desire. Really there, but not everywhere — first of all is the best I bring clothes, originally was may 1, rainy day in Paris, also when windy, wind chill. Paris Street streets are wearing windbreaker for men and women, making a payment through the rain of the Seine river edge, walk decorated with gold-plated horse sculpture by Alexander III bridge, walked through the Arc de Triomphe. Instead of wearing a lapel sweater I do rustle in the cold wind. I don't know about the other woman, the journey is of wearing apparel does not let her feel uncomfortable.

Then there is the hotel.

Live from Paris, 100 km of the place, building no features, I do not know where you are. Into the room to take a look at the drop of a suitcase, filled with, in-room go sideways, stepped you want. Open the Windows to the outside at night, a black fatherland, only drove while on the road across the car emits fatherland of the wind. Every day we go out of town four or five hours, another driver going the wrong way round the hotel around a lot of hours to find the hotel at the shop of uncommon ____ visible. Remember a few days ago in Italy country house, although far from town but quiet, tranquil spirit, the street that color little house looks so warm and I sunshine of Florence's beautiful clothes are the most passionate beauty of the stage.

Well, more than this.

A few days in Paris spring and Lafayette (Paris's largest two department stores) and shopping. I say go sit on the bench Paris Metro, said with the bar, we also do not know are not familiar with; I say go see Notre Dame, bench hesitated, then there are also several members also said that he wanted to go, the guide said, I take you to the subway up here is that each of them give me ten euro tip. Bench said we together. At this point, I don't want to go again.

Bench looked at me and said, I know you angry, but no one got lost with let's do? I said, you-you are not in the United States lived abroad for a year, are more than ten times, you're not too conservative so erred? he doesn't speak, he said later, baby, you want to go I accompany you to the ~ ~

The other day for a while we were walking around, prior appointment time.

So I, no passport (in Guide hands), no money (in the hands of the bench), no telephone (in Beijing), rushed out of the vast shopping centre, came to the streets. All that rare, newspaper kiosk and souvenir stalls, shops shop of seduction, as flowers blooming underwear shop, no money anymore eye is good. Walking in the street, not by the thought of the Roman holiday "that without money Princess smile received good Uncle but complimentary Italy a little flower:)

Good a free air.

Vision. Let those wealthy travellers to buy go, sissy. Heard Chinese people in Switzerland watch shop Hao dowm let European indigenous speechless. Oh, the front is the subway station. I do not think I would go by car, take a look at it, remember the beauty of the Moscow metro so I always difficult to forget. Walked, actually went to the front of the car. It seems no one ticket, I'm a little puzzled. Ask a Chinese, he said: Wow, you come to Paris? you are going in the wrong door, you must be from export. Never mind, around over there.

Yes, I saw from Metro out I just made into door people are to go.

I went to the wrong, and then I come back. A short, but seemed to see Paris.

Afternoon visit the Elysee Palace, suddenly felt the surrounding arrived I'd leave it out.

Bench willing to say: don't look at the Elysee Garden, we are not in the St. Petersburg read ye Katrina home garden? go, go for coffee, just the two of us.

Is the Golden Hall, complex crystal chandelier hanging down quietly.

Carved wooden doors, wall is broken flower wallpaper. The air smells of coffee as if several centuries long, each olfactory a becomes aspiration into the lungs. I am quiet. Him across the table, my hand, I know this is what I want. Elysee Palace of coffee.