tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447441.post5155319141571683670..comments2023-10-07T13:09:00.391+01:00Comments on Around The World In Beautiful Shoes: Parisian misery and other thoughtsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447441.post-20954018552506162962009-04-11T01:55:00.000+01:002009-04-11T01:55:00.000+01:00Nope, not a smiler - I tend to be very stoic.When ...Nope, not a smiler - I tend to be very stoic.<BR/><BR/>When I was in my late teens, my mother asked me, "What happened to my laughing, smiling boy?"Richardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08466885792177930052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447441.post-6586845550681581312009-04-10T10:59:00.000+01:002009-04-10T10:59:00.000+01:00Richard I can't believe you rarely smile! Is that ...<B>Richard</B> I can't believe you rarely smile! Is that your Eastern European heritage? You're right about fitting in though. As for illusions, I know I couldn't live without mine.<BR/><B>Anonymous</B> I think it si strange how life turns around and then we realise how much we enjoyed something that we thought we hated, there are lots of good things about paris and I'm sure I will write them down someday in another post. I don't hate Paris, I just hate the obsession with it.<BR/><B>Jew Wishes</B> you're right it can be found anywhere, as for fitting in, I totally agree, when in Rome do as Romans do.CGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17555431785204713112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447441.post-91824842782496484402009-04-10T02:32:00.000+01:002009-04-10T02:32:00.000+01:00Most pleasures like breaking bread, or visiting a ...Most pleasures like breaking bread, or visiting a cultural arts facility, no matter how small, can be found in most cities.<BR/><BR/>I think we have to try to fit in like those who live there, in any foreign city, even in London or Edinburgh, those from America might speak English, etc., but it isn't the same language.Jew Wisheshttp://www.jewwishes.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447441.post-80285306613321779792009-04-09T16:40:00.000+01:002009-04-09T16:40:00.000+01:00Your post made me laugh! I totally agree with this...Your post made me laugh! I totally agree with this. I lived in Paris as an English assistant for a year, and when the winter came, I hated having to get up early and take the smelly subway with all of the grumpy people who had stayed up too late drinking too much, and then walk to the bus in the cold wind which took me to the school in the suburbs. Then I got sick, and for some reason my pay was late, so I was walking around the city, poor and feverish and homesick. But then Spring came and things got better, and now, after 10 years, I'm taking my husband there for a trip because after all, I have good memories. I'll remember not to smile, though, so we can fit in! : )Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20447441.post-44760526330232387662009-04-08T19:40:00.000+01:002009-04-08T19:40:00.000+01:00People like their illusions. People love decieving...People like their illusions. People love decieving themselves.<BR/><BR/>I would fit in in Paris. I rarely smile. And my body language exudes a large personal space.<BR/><BR/>I have littel interest in seeing Paris, though, it is one of Sofia's dream cities to visit.Richardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08466885792177930052noreply@blogger.com