Tracking the eccentricities

It's been a while since the last entry, I'm sorry for neglecting my blog. It's just time passes so fast here, I've been here for a month now and it seems like it went by in a second.

I've been out a lot lately, yeah, just as the studies really started. ;) It's just I've met a lot of people lately and they all keep inviting you somewhere. It's like a vicious circle, you get to know one person who invites you to a party where you get to know a lot more who will invite you once again somewhere. Well, I'm not complaining, it's better to be inside than outside the circle. ;)

So, once we went to this hospital party, it was someone's birthday, I never really talked to this someone. The party was in one of the hospital buildings of hopital Saint-Louis, there was nothing special about the building itself but the interiors were quite particular. The walls were covered with something what one might describe as reproductions of famous French painters or more likely as Paolo Pasolini's films in form of frescoes. All in all, you would feel as being in the centre of some Greek orgy in full motion illustrated in a detailed manner of a medical man. According to one guy who actually works in that very hospital it's their canteen and it's a tradition of all hospitals in Paris. Well, I won't believe till I've seen them!

Apart from the hospital party I've been to all sorts of bars and clubs from jazz to electro, and especially the latter one was interesting experience. Me and Anne, my ally in exploration of Paris, we went to this cast off electro club in the middle of nowhere. It ended up being lots of fun, we saw three show, each more bizarre than the previous one. During the second show some group of queer/metro sexual/a-bit-of-everything jumped up on the stage to manifest against fascism, then someone stepped on something and we spent half an hour in black out wondering what had happened. Of course the performing band wasn't too thrilled but everything got fixed up and the show went on. The same notorious group of people was asked to the stage for the last song, so in the end, they got to swing their hips for world peace and everyone was happy.

The third group was as I said even weirder, in short it contained sausages and toiled brushes and really flashy costumes of red, green and purple. In the centre of everything there was this guy dressed in panties wearing some sort of a chicken mask with big puppy ears. I was so astonished I just kept on staring at them with my mouth open wondering what they're going to next.

So that was a weird one but we'll definitely go there again to have a look. One day we, me and Anne again, were passing through the 7th arrondissement craving for food. We bumped into a some sort of fête, Parisians seem to love and use every occasion to celebrate and praise their beloved quartier's. But it was great, we spent half and hour listening really good jazz music, eating Italian aperitifs and drinking wine, and everything for free for you to discover. Paris really has it all.