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Metro, a school of life!

Metro. As in London, even here in Paris there are thousands of tunnels, thousands of escalators up and down the "tubes" with the underground trains to travel from one end of town. Ierisera I've a train, apparently driven by a novice (it was a woman, but it means nothing at all!) , which went like a Stromboli, but that stopped and started as un'indemoniata! So much so that a lady took off from the seat, then bursting into laughter amused. I wanted to see if going to slam into something would have laughed, I say no!
And then the siren sounds before the closing of doors is deafening and nerve-wracking, that a little, just you sitting there, under the loudspeakers, remain deaf to stop at stop! The funny thing is the recorded voice that tells you each time the train is coming, even if we are to move, you and the appointment twice, the first in a strong, direct and concise, "Tarara!" the second almost regret it, and scanned at a lower tone, "ta-ra-ra ..!". Here, pronuccia want to learn? All underground! Li
then, hallelujah, there are signs translated! "Do not move out of the car" and so on, but the thing that struck me is the translation full of errors and horrors! That is, on the Paris Metro, there are signs written by a 7 year old child who goes to school a few months?? The phrase in question is this, the carry-over as it is written in white on gray: "I do not get more out of the car after on the operation of the signal". Now, I explain why we are attentive to the commas in the translations of the villages on public transport (I think ... I have never been made to translate the signs have already been translated!) By, say, in the most remote provinces, and those in Italian on the Paris metro to die laughing as they were written? But the series is, "that we not give us one of you"? But the figure Barbina succeeded to let them know? I do, I translate him? Mah!
The other day I witnessed a terrible scene, but fun at the most. I was there, as beautiful as ever, sitting and waiting for my stop to return to the hotel Defance when to stop before entering a mother and daughter with a big pink box of Hello Kitty to play, and they start sit. Then comes a man bria that leans against the door, and I tell you that though there were more than three meters from me to him, he felt that he had been drinking ... enough! As the mother explained something to her daughter happy for the new game, the tram again in a somewhat 'rough and the man loses his balance and walks towards them almost falling down, unbutton a nice and loud "Putten" in its grins the girl! I will not tell the face of the mother who had to pretend nothing has happened and continue talking to the girl who had been visibly upset and uncertain! Ahahahaah!!
Oh then, I have fun with nothing ... sometimes!

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The food in Pari ... The Louvre

Let's say you eat as well at home, do not eat anywhere. Approved this, we are already ahead. Of course, the food in the hotel is in principle more or less decent, but everywhere. You're always in a good hotel, with just the stars, which we in Italy can be proud to give soup and dinner at all, just to stay on! Around
find everything from chains to brasero, to chic restaurants more or less, more or less decent, but quite expensive. But you know, Catherine de 'Medici taught the French cuisine ... had committed a bit 'more poer woman! But let us be strong, Italy is the country in the world where the food is better, and not just me to say! But last night
(by chance!) I ate very well: the onion soup was incredibly good and the second with the duck meat cooked in a honey sauce was fabulous! Denial of the series I am now! The last note is that the coffee ... horrible! I'm used to drinking my latte, Italian recipe, and do not ever find it anywhere, I wonder why? All those fine sciabordoni blacks to the vague taste of coffee grounds ... but why do I say? Mah!
not tell you when I found the shop / café Illy, seemed to have seen the Virgin Mary and all the angels in the column! The owner was a rather hysterical boy (too much coffee?) that in a bit 'I did not get in because the place was full and had to close ... I do not know, I've said it was pretty hysterical!?

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I spent a whole afternoon in the most beautiful museum in the world, huge! I saw a couple of yes and no corridors (kilometrici!!) and I pulled a little 'off, otherwise I would have looked just a couple of paintings and statues, many of which are the works on display! And I was amazed, it is the majesty of the palace of the works, but because the provenance of the paintings! Apart from a couple of rooms devoted to the works of other countries, the exhibition is characterized by number of works on Italy! There are lots of Italian paintings, Italian authors, who fill the huge rooms the Louvre. Even the famous Mona Lisa by Leonardo Da Vinci is shown in a sealed glass case that takes up an entire wall to put across a room (huge), if we consider that the Mona is a 50x70 square (more or less )..!! As I walked that afternoon ..!!! Beautiful
the part Etruscan (the beautiful sarcophagus deli spouses!), Greek and Roman times (I finally saw the bust of Antinous, the concubine of Hadrian, Roman Emperor !!!), but I left a po'deluso the Egyptian industry. Apart from the layout of the rooms, a bit 'up a bit' down, seemed to be Gardaland, in the glass case there was a lot of junk and nothing that would attract attention. Certainly I do not understand anything, but it is useless to put a piece of broken vase inside a huge glass case, without a plausible explanation. Explanations that were given in French only. I do not say to put them in Italian, but at least in English, given the importance of the museum! But I'm French. Moreover it must be something wrong too!
Too bad for the Italians somehow always make themselves known everywhere, noisy and not used to turn other countries, too bad.

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Paris ... Who is it??

I was in Paris, one of the most beautiful cities in Europe in the truest sense of the word!
Paris is magnificent, with its palaces, with its architecture, with its streets always neat, clean and wash. Never a trash bag out of place and if you see litter on the ground, it makes you feel bad to you, you're a visitor, not an inhabitant.
In Paris there is the sun even when it rains. Sun illuminating the ancient buildings, all of the same architect (apparently, the style is that!), Next to structures ipermoderne, but already part of the city's past, always turned to the future. And what you see do not mind, but is constantly full.
Paris is the center of the world, there is an incredible collection of racial diversity as an Italian and you feel really small.
What's more, there is a set of feelings and emotions that you feel just walking through the city, almost indescribable, that overcomes you and you are the first to observe insignificant details because the case did not c'avevi and want to take with you, in your memory, all that you are before his eyes.
But as every coin there is always a flip side: I have seen people camped out on the street who sleep and live well, to the day and the generosity of passers-by, at least not indifferent to those who pass.
Baskets are circles with green transparent bags of loose, ugly to behold, and if not properly set, the road s'innonda of rubbish!
There is a bin for those who smoke! Not is assigned to a basket of cigarettes butts and ashes. You are then on the streets and sidewalks littered with cigarette butts. Even in Italy, but at least some big ashtray find it, then if people are used to walking in the ashtray, that's another story ...!