Next task: haircut. Not so easy, however, in a country where most folk have fairly traditional barnets and the customer is not sure how to say in French "I need a number zero please on the shaved bit but just leave the long bit cause I cut that myself, thanks". After much confusion in a rather posh Parisian barber shop the man agreed and I got the most expensive haircut I've had in years; a whole 10 euros! Anyway it was a good one and I got some nice flour type stuff applied with a nice soft brush afterwards.
Off in search of the internet and thanks to my fantastic sense of direction (if I say so myself) I soon found the establishment I had visited while escaping from the folks on the last trip to Paris. It was, however, shut. Surprise, surprise! Coffee, fags, more wandering....
I've realised though, that if in doubt of directions, internet whereabouts, accommodation etc, hit the nearest tourist office. But never between 12 and 2.30. Or on a sunday. Or between October and March if your in the countryside. Thankfully it was a Thursday at 3pm and I was in France's largest city so it was open.
I have to say on the side that I love Paris. Loads of folk say that Parisians are miserable bastards who won't help you out unless you shout at them and who infect those who move to the city with their "greyness" but I disagree.
Evening in Paris consisted of brutally expensive internet, wandering, coffee, Christmas lights to shame George Square and a surprisingly large number of sex shops. Not visiting though, obviously just strolling past. Anyway I managed to get lost after a while. I couldn't believe it! Turned out to be quite good though because my couchsurfing host was working late so I had nowt to do in the flat and I ended up chatting to a sound Parisian who speacialised in English swear words due to learning English from gangster rap.
I have to say on the side that I love Paris. Loads of folk say that Parisians are miserable bastards who won't help you out unless you shout at them and who infect those who move to the city with their "greyness" but I disagree.
Evening in Paris consisted of brutally expensive internet, wandering, coffee, Christmas lights to shame George Square and a surprisingly large number of sex shops. Not visiting though, obviously just strolling past. Anyway I managed to get lost after a while. I couldn't believe it! Turned out to be quite good though because my couchsurfing host was working late so I had nowt to do in the flat and I ended up chatting to a sound Parisian who speacialised in English swear words due to learning English from gangster rap.
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