Nigga in Paris: Crépe’ing On the Streets

Paris is known to be the land rich in romance and fashion – both of which I am heavily deficient in.

I can’t dress to save the next persons life. If we were in a do or die situation dependent on my general dress code – I’d cash in on your life insurance policy.

This is why I am an over enthusiastic lover of beige and grey – It’s easy to work with.
As for the romance within me, lol the boys in life can sit down and come to the agreement that I was more of a homie, a homeboy, a nigga than I was a girlfriend. It is what it is. I don’t make the rules.

Anyway, a long distance bullet train was taken from Frankfurt to Paris East and I kid you not when I speak of the convenience of this trip. There was bolt speed wifi and really comfortable lounging options so the 6/7 hours flew by very quickly.

I played myself in terms of the clothes that were packed coz it was flipping cold in Frankfurt and Satan’s coffee kinda hot in Paris. When we went to the Sacre-Coeur, I was very close to faking a heat stroke so we could go home.

But that’s not the point. Below, are a couple of things I absolutely loved about the city.

 

  1. The sun sets ridiculously late. I arrived in the city at about 21.00pm – 22.00pm and I thought it was something around 16.00pm. People were out and about living their best life cruising the streets. I asked Brajon if this is normal, and he explained that in this land of the fgeeeencchhh, they start work at 10am and end at like 21.00pm. To be honest, I don’t know it would work here in SA because stores close at 5pm here and open at 9 am – when will we ever shop for food?
  2. Almost everyone speaks French. We went out for supper and the restaurant maitr’d was an Asian guy. Bru, he spoke to Brajon in French, explained my order to me in English and then turned back and spoke to his co staff mate in mandarin. How Hectic ? At one point I was seated on a bench at the Champs Elysees and a security guard on his lunch break sat down too. He spoke to me in French to which I relied “I don’t speak French 🙂 ” After a little chat he explained to me that he’s from Senegal and that integrating his French culture in Paris has been great.
  3. Crepe – That’s some good sherbet. I played myself again in this section of the trip because I didn’t eat as much of it as I thought I would .So basically, its a pancake smothered in thick Nutella and then folded over to form a triangle shape. Paired with the fact that we took a break at the Tuileries Garden to  eat them ? So good – much nice.
  4. Accessibility – Central Paris (I think that’s where we were) felt and looked like Adderly street here in Cape Town – exact replica. besides that, the transport runs 24 hours so when we went on missions, we would take a train home unless home was a walkable distance or I was wearing heels. Then Uber it is.
  5. Carribean Club. I have never met islanders, so when I was told that we were going to a carribean club for the turn up, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Mind you, the only real islander I now is Rihanna so I’m imaging some wild, wild tings in my mind. It was litty. Everybody was basically a Rihanna there. There was obviously other ethnicities too but my attention was on the vibe when a soca or dancehall track came on. It just looks a lot less hoe-y when done in its authenticity.
  6. Architecture. Lucas took on the responsbilty of being a tour guide on the fourth day sort of. He explained what all the buildings were and their function in modern times, today. Now I’m a lover of literature, so when that is spoken about I can focus. But because there was so much significant architecture, I was like a toddler in a candy store. Too much and then I eventually stopped looking . At one point while passing Notre Dame he said to me “You are not that observant, are you? ” lol chai. I think I may have been ore interested in how the people interacted with everything. Everyone was doing something like it was straight out of a Sue Townsend book. Riding bikes through the city or picnics near the lakes. There is actually super tits chairs in front of the Notre Dame that you can proper chill and nap at. Yes, I noticed the wrong things.
  7. Bakeries. Everywhere.
  8. The view from the Eiffel Tower. lol this part hey, so we took the steps up the tower  because the lift wasn’t working but also because it formed part of the experience. I was so out of breath and woozy that we had to take  a break on the second floor for a snack. There’s a whole restaurant, outdoor play areas and a couple of gallery pieces. I don’t know whI expected, but I didn’t see that coming.
  9. The have  set up that is similar to Eastern Food bizarre.  This one place we went to, absolutely loved it. Brajon ordered from the Caribbean section and came back with a dish called Botifarro/Boudin Noir. If you’re familiar with Nigerian red sauce, I can only assume its made the same way except with blood. So you fry it in (palm) oil in an open pan until the liquid evaporates. Then all you are left with is a pastey kinda of consistency. Spice the quack out of that thing and then stuff it in it in a sausage casing. Voila:) I think that’s how its made I actually don’t know.
  10. The weather. Quite a mundane thing to mention, but if you’re from Cape Town, you’ll know what a schlep it is to have to go out in a summer dress but carry a cardigan, a scarf, a bomber jacket and a bullet proof vest for when the weather does the most. Paris was decisive. If its hot its hot. if its breezy it’s breezy. Had I not messed up with my initial packing, dressing would have been hella easy (#Bars).
  11. Versailles.
  12. The Louvre and Place de la Concorde. Cheesy I know, but it shook me how do people make stuff like that?
  13. Everyone was friendly. Like, I would have a good time getting lost there for a while. At one point Brajon put me in charge of the train ride home – all the lines are colour coded and id seen us often getting onto the blue line so I thought I got it on lock. Messed up (What’s adventure without a little mess up 🙂 ) and led the squad onto the dark blue line instead of the light blue. ALL the colours in the world nd they want to use shades of blue – wow. I’m just saying it could have been avoided.
  14. The kiss on the cheek thing.
  15. Interracial relationships. Here we sometimes see blacks and coloureds dating or whites and Indians. Like it’s the ‘ expected combinations’. Most of the interracial couples that we see are from abroad. Or at least that’s what I think. I never see interracial vibes that often unless it’s tourist season. Interracial couples in Paris are like Table mountain here in CT. You can blatantly see it no matter where you are. I saw an Indian hun and a Chinese guy (wut? I wanna see their babies !) A black guy and a Hispanic hun. I rarely saw same race couples now that I think of it. And they all speak French to each other. SA knows nothing about a rainbow Nation bru. It’s 2017 and Jacobus can still get confused about how Thandeka’s braids work. Bleeeeeh
  16. French people are next level yetty hairy. They have thick hair everywhere. No guy I saw had a struggling beard. Imagine being a part of that society. Where all beards connect like strong WiFi at 91 on Loop. I can just imagine this ONE guy who’s beard is a little connection deficient 😂like how can you live your life? Society will indirectly put so much pressure on him because imagine now a squad selfie. All these okes with Grace on their face and then Boss Baby over there with a clean face 😂. Wow. People brag different.

Between Brajon, Mag and Lucas I learned so much. They made sure there was a mix of touristy things and also some non touristy things to do. And between you and me, lmao I couldn’t tell the difference – between the food the banter and the train ticket stubs , I had a lit, lit time.

 

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au revoir

 

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2 Comments

  1. Chizzy
    November 20, 2017 / 8:30 pm

    Personally enjoyed this one. Great sense of humour, definitely looking forward to meeting you!

    • admin
      November 25, 2017 / 10:01 am

      Its holiday time – that means a whole lot of time to galavant 🙂 we should make a plan to, if youll be around. aloso, thank you for having a peep:)

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