1:32 am : Nuit Parisienne au jardin d'Artois - Paris, Avril MMXVII.
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Love’s Kiss Is a Parisian Night
Love’s Kiss Is a Parisian Night
Love’s kiss—a Parisian nightatop the Eiffel Tower. The world below—boxed macarons on a blue boulevard. All lovers- Louvre exhibits knowing only Giaconda smilesbefore la petite mort.
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1:32 am : Nuit Parisienne au jardin d'Artois - Paris, Avril MMXVII.
(© Sous Ecstasy)
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French Culture But Make It Welcome to Night Vale
You're at the train station. There are no trains coming or going. There is a strike going on. There is always a strike going on. And yet you keep coming to the train station. You forgot what you are waiting for.
You enter a boulangerie and ask for a pain au chocolat. The vendor gives you a chocolatine. You ask for a pain au chocolat again. The vendor gives you a chocolatine. There are no such things as "pain au chocolat" she tells you.
The president has published another tiktok and a youtube collaboration with famous youtubers. Teenagers cheer. Meanwhile, the student line at the local food bank stretches.
You start giving cheek kisses to your dear friend to greet him. Your regional custom is two kisses. Their regional custom is five kisses. You never touch their cheeks. Do they have cheeks? You're not sure.
You venture out on a Sunday. There is no one outside. All the shops are closed. Only the void is waiting.
A Parisian leaves Paris for the province. He asks a local if they have access to electricity and running water. No one can hear him scream over the sound of the singing rooster and mooing cows.
You buy a baguette before heading home. By the time you cross the threshold, the baguette is gone. Eaten. You have no memory of ever touching it.
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