Weeks 11 & 12

Weeks 11 & 12

14.04.08

I decided to get my head down for a week at least,
Since I had an idea that my birthday would be something of a beast.
Getting odd jobs done, relaxing and chilling out,
These are the types of things that Paris life should be about.
I began to feel improvement with my level of French,
Confident enough to develop a rapport with the Patisserie wench.
Every working day I buy a sandwich and sable au pomme,
But one day I mixed it up a bit and asked where she was from,
She told me she’d lived here all her life but the ‘rents came from Normandy
She said she’d learnt to cook all the cakes traditionally.
Recipes passed down the generations, with all their secret tricks,
These treats laid out on display just begging to be picked.
Next day we had a giggle, I didn’t even order.
She’d already picked out what I wanted as she saw me move toward her!
All this makes me feel good, puts a smile on my face,
It makes me feel welcome in this city- not a kid that’s out of place.
Elsewhere in the week I lost some serious culture points.
By recklessly frequenting a dodgy Scottish joint.
I only went to “The Thistle” to watch football but I did it nonetheless!
I might return there for the next leg though I ashamedly confess.
I met up with Anna Naether sometime in the week,
Us, a Brit and a German in the capital of chic.
It’s good to catch up with friends that are in Paris too,
To talk about experiences to see if they agree with you.
Saturday the 5th was set to be a grand, grand day,
We had a pic-nic planned but the weather swept that one away.
So we ate our homemade brownies and set off for the Sacre-Coeur cathedral,
Hoping to watch the sunset amongst tons of cultured people.
We got there just in time to watch a gorgeous glowing sky
Soundtracked by masses of people singing along to Maroon 5
When “she will be loved” began to make my ears bleed,
We decided to descend feeling content and pretty pleased.
Enough time for a change of clothes before setting out for Showcase,
The Count, Sinden & Jahcoozi provided the music for the place.
My ears had, by this time, stopped bleeding but Herve turned it up a little more,
Unleashed some dirty beats and turned my ears red raw.
The second week was busier with lots more friends to see,
Who happened to be in Paris but not particularly to see me.
I met up with Kirsty from Nice and we chatted about old times,
Neither of us that cultured- preferring coke and beer to wine!
Thursday night I went to Rex club with two lovely girls on my arms,
Although they went home together somehow resisting my charms!
But Amy and Katie did invite me round the following evening,
Admittedly not because they fancy me but because of who I’d bring.
That’s right Allchurch was back, he’d returned to the Legobox,
He needs Paris as much as Samson needs his locks.
The weekend was spent in Strasbourg with my brother and my mum,
Family time can be special events and this was definitely one.
Meals out, day trips and being spoilt rotten,
My favourite apple crumble—the taste of which I had forgotten.
All of this of course prepared me for turning 21,
I got all the rest I needed before the carnage had begun…