Temptation by paris
You should not go to Paris for the Eiffel Tower, complete with the Champs Elysees. No, you should go there for the atmosphere. Do not ask to explain why – it should be taken for granted. Another thing is important – for what kind of atmosphere … The city-rebus What surprises this city even for local residents is a surprise: you never know where you will be and what awaits you around the bend – the bright colors of Asia, the cold arrogance of licked boutiques, the hot the atmosphere of the “Greek” streets.The grandeur of the monumental buildings on the banks of the Seine or … but you never know what will happen there, around the bend. For all that, absolute harmony reigns in the city. Harmony, which the French themselves have erected into a cult. And yet – Paris in comparison with Moscow is so tiny! But this is no easier for tourists – without a map there is nothing to get lost in the abundance of squares and streets. First, as usual, the tourist opens his mouth from the brilliance and tinsel in the form of the Eiffel Tower and Champs Elysees, and then there is a real acquaintance – when the “tourist minimum” is handed over, a real city opens up after him. “Paris is the largest diamond in the crown of European cities,” said one director. “And its beauty, like a true masterpiece, is not immediately comprehensible.” Behind these flowery phrases lies the main secret of Paris. Autumn melancholy Autumn Paris. The lulling October sun, under whose rays the Parisians warm themselves on the terraces of cafes and restaurants. Coffee, golden croissant, nostalgia for the departed summer. Ahead – dark nights and thorny rains. And the garcons are already cleaning the terraces: umbrellas to the left, chairs upside down and to the side. In the Latin Quarter, there are more and more concerned people, and in the morning there is nowhere for the apple to fall from the influx of students from around the world. “Ba va?” – “Ba va, Ha va”. But while the sun is warming, you can take a chair in the Luxembourg Garden and, dragging it past the green and pale pool, called the Medici Fountain, inhale non-urban air and settle down, throwing your legs on the curb, opposite the Senate. Look at the flying cobwebs, on the still lush greenery of the garden and enjoy a quiet day. Then walk along the streets wherever they look: for some reason they always look towards the boulevard Saint-Germain. If you now dive under the arcade, you will come across the oldest Parisian restaurant “Procop” (Procope). Here is a very beautiful decor and very tasteless food. Procope stands on the street – tiny and tiny – on which you can not see the sky: either the street or the grotto. Parisians wander around it and almost no tourists. And if the latter occur, they are recognized by their curiosity: tourists try to enter the street appendixes – in the private possession of local residents, mainly artists. Artists have long been resigned to this and have themselves opened the doors to the street, and the windows to the boulevard Saint-Germain, along which people and cars run. And in the corners of which real Parisian treasures are hiding: a ruined basement with an exhibition of photographs of Helmut Newton, a cafe with exotic air fruits, display cases with things from Philippe Starck, eco-shops of different things that are more and more for beauty, but antiquarian values. And if you do not try, then at least smell. And if you do not see, then at least take a look. And if you do not buy, then at least touch it.
Holiday, which is always Paris has its Silk Road. Not ceremonial, but this is all its charm and charm. Because it is the Paris East, nothing like, even on the East. And only a superficial glance assesses it as a French Chinatown. In Paris’s opinion, this is Arrondisman, district, district number 13. And why not Chinese, Thai and Vietnamese settle in this region? They are the same Parisians. Arrondisman 13 is McDonald’s, where the menu and signs are written in hieroglyphs, the Tang Frere supermarket, where bright strawberries and hundreds of noodles, restaurants, soaked in spices, where it is very tasty fed, but which is better not to look at the kitchen. Arrondisman boils, moves and moves, he speaks not in French, but in a special bird’s dialect, he looks at you through narrow slits of eyes, orientally politely bows, he drags some bags, things – just now this passer-by carried two huge bright bags, and now he has emerged from the other end of the street with a stool. Or maybe it’s not him, but his tribe? Go figure it out. In February, the entire city will gather in the 13th district – the eastern New Year will come from the local Parisians, and the remaining 19 Arrondismans will come to watch the feast. Dragons, snakes, beautiful girls, incense, fruit. Paris is used to celebrating several New Years: both secular – January 1, and Orthodox – on the night of the 14th, and Chinese, and … And each time is different, and each time everything is different. Last year there was almost no Russian in the “Maxim” in the Russian New Year, the French came to celebrate the New Year according to the old Orthodox style, they did not know a word of Russian. And they drank vodka and scooped caviar. And they started dancing, blinding from diamonds. What about Greece in Paris? Near the Seine, Notre Dame and the square with the fountain Saint-Michel? No problems. Greece is hiding in the lanes, you only need to find it, but you will have to get out of there no sooner than in a few hours. Huge skewers, bottles of wine, aromas that are scattered from the feet, incredible sizes of seafood are so incredible that you can send them to the VDNH. And from above pouring greek music, the face is tinged with scarlet neon, and the ears fade away with invitations: “Come here! Go! ”Go. I don’t need to invite me twice. City of Discovery Everyone loves the Louvre, and I love the D’Orsay Museum. Everyone aspires to the Pantheon, and I am satisfied with small masterpieces in the form of museums of magic, perfumery or costume. Rodin’s garden? Beautiful But much more prettier than the clumsiness of the Floral Park, the quiet rustle of wings in the Butterfly Garden, the artful interweaving of the West and the East in the André Citroën park. By the way, do you know that Andre Citroen was born in Odessa and was listed on the passport as Andrei Citron? So, museums. Spit on the Louvre, all the same not to look at all, and there is no pleasure in celebrating the Gioconda, which is glazed and covered with Japanese. Be aware that in Paris there is the D’Orsay Museum, which houses the largest collection of impressionism in the world. And the spirit hovers there such … beyond. The museum itself is a former building of the Paris-Orleans station: concrete, iron, glass, clocks, stairs and narrow corridors. To wander from room to room on relentless legs for hours, stand for a long time at Manet and Van Gogh, considering the fancy weaving. And then digest the impression under a cup of coffee in the upper “station” bar. Who said that the center of the universe is in the Georges Pompidou Center? Of course, of course – an amazing architecture with communications brought to the street is worth a visit, but there’s also the Palais de Tokyo in Paris, damn it! Palais de Tokyo, which the Parisians dubbed “Tokyo Eden”! Japan and minimalism have nothing to do with it – here is the realm of modern art and architecture, and there are no boundaries of imagination or time. And in Paris there is a Palace of mirages – the play of light, decor, mirrors. And there is the Museum of Perfume with thousands of bottles and smells – scents and the best events associated with them are revived in memory, here you can buy long-forgotten perfumes and come up with your own perfume. And on the outskirts of Paris (the port of La Villette) a city-museum of science was opened: here are the halls for children, here for adults, and here, please, with the whole family. Everything from space and stars to the Sound, Light or even Hair rooms. It is in this city-museum that the legendary ball cinema is located, where you can watch documentaries without knowing any language: video and audio effects will create the impression of being fully present in the picture. The science campus adored by the Parisians conducts daily performances: in the Sveta hall, in the planetarium and even in small zalchiki where you can easily make a show, playing the game on various percussion musical instruments without them – simply waving their arms, “vibrating” the air. But if it draws on nature, then Paris is perfectly suited for a holiday in the city. The French love parks and gardens – how many are there in Paris ?!
Under a hundred, not less: Garden of lovers, Garden of romantics, a park for kids Aklimatacion, in which ponies, chickens and attractions for four-year-old karapuz, in which willows cry over small blue reservoirs in water lilies. Or, my favorite park is Andre Citroen, called the Park of the Future, symmetrical fountains and a huge lawn field on which Parisians sit all year round, if only there is no rain. In the corners of the park lurked gardens – Japanese and Chinese. Along the perimeter of the “lie” waterfalls and streams with goldfish and live ducks. And if you go deeper into the plantings, which remain green in winter, you will surely come across photography: a photographer, make-up artist, fashion models, and a whole group of production stylists. “Oh, sorry!” – “Nothing, nothing. We would have time to rain. “