As I've mentioned before the busy streets of Paris is not the ideal place for me to run. Having said that on Monday one such run took in the delights of place Republique and l'Arc de Triomphe, not bad. In the interest of keeping things fresh I set off north, just a short time ago, aiming to get to le peripherie (the main road which sounds Paris and keeps all the bad things away), take a left and then come back through the vibrant Place de Clichy.
As I said. That was my aim. My success on Monday was seemingly a one off as I ended up in Saint Ouen, just OUTSIDE le peripherie. Absolutely bricking myself when I realised I turned around immediately and set off at a furious pace until I found the nearest metro stop, assuring me I was back inside where it was safe. I went down a main road for a while playing " Spot the non-dodgy looking man" and then took a left down Avenue St. Ouen and toward civilisation. I had started to slow my pace, perhaps it was the shuffle's fault for putting on Lighthouse Family or perhaps I was simply tired. Anyhow, this lady saw me coming and veered towards me and said something. I took one ear out and lent in for a second attempt to catch what she was saying. Failed. I took both ears out and asked her to repeat, it dawned on me slowly as I took in what she was wearing, or what she wasn't wearing more like, that in fact she was a prostitute. My colloquial French isn't amazing but I'm pretty sure she was offering me some sort of package deal. Do I take that as a compliment??
Did you ask her for a student discount?
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