Shiritori spelling dating club struggle 2 Part 3 XNUMX days and XNUMX nights

Paris first day

A strike centered in Paris that started on December 12th.

It was the end of the year when we promised to meet again in Paris with Princess Nana in Hanoi.

No way, it's been a long time since I've been in the middle of January.

The impact was not limited to the transportation network in Paris, but also extended to international trains.

Joe was scheduled to enter Paris from Brussels, but unfortunately the train he booked was canceled.

I managed to make a transfer, but I arrived in Paris one day later than planned.

The meeting with Princess Nana is at a hotel near Gare du Nord.

I booked a hotel within walking distance from the station with advance information that the subway was almost stopped and that the car would be heavily congested.

Princess Nana had arrived earlier and was drinking coffee in the lobby.

Even from a distance, I could tell that he was in a bad mood.

have the courage to speak out

"Princess, I'm sorry I'm late."

"Joe-chan, you're late! I rushed from the airport to avoid being late!"

The princess is from Hanoi.

It seems that a friend sent it from De Gaulle Airport.

What kind of friend he is is full of questions, and if you ask him, the princess will answer honestly, but in that case, it will definitely exceed Joe's assumptions, so of course he won't ask.

Rather than that, it is better to fix the princess's mood first.

There is only one way to appease a hungry princess.

Something delicious anyway.

So I went straight to a Thai restaurant introduced by the hotel concierge.

If Thai food is normal in Paris, it's out of the question, but I can't change my back and stomach.

By filling the stomach of the princess who loves Thai food, I have to calm her anger.

The splendid tom yum kung satisfied the princess's tongue and stomach, and made her happy.

And on the first day in Paris, I satisfied the lower mouth of the princess with a standing back while watching the hustle and bustle of Gare du Nord from the window of the hotel (has).
 

XNUMXnd day in Paris

Woke up at 6am.

The sunrise is around 9 o'clock, so it's still dark outside.

Checking today's strike information, it seems that almost all lines will be running in the morning, although the operation will be thinned out.

Last night, I booked a hotel near the Louvre at the request of the princess, so let's move before the traffic jams.

Wake up the princess, give her a shower, check out in a hurry, and get on the Uber you booked with the app.

During the trip, the story of the strike becomes lively (exactly about Hime and the driver. Hime's French ability is quite good).

Although not as fast as in Japan, France is also aging, and the pensionable age was raised several years ago.

And this time, it is said that it has developed into a large-scale strike by getting involved in vested interest groups (railway related) that had been untouchable until now.

It's the same in Japan, but if you receive more than the amount you spent on your pension, someone has to make up for it.

It is also important to devise a system that does not incur costs in collecting and distributing premiums.

Therefore, by the time we arrived at the hotel, both of us (Hime and Driver) agreed that the unification of pensions planned by the French government was a reform necessary for stable pension payments.

The theme of Hime's graduation thesis is "Europe's social security system", so she is familiar with this issue and has a family opinion.

But of course it's a lie to say that you shouldn't be groping Joe's discreet crotch and enjoying another discreet expansion during the ride.

We arrived at the hotel before 8 o'clock, with almost no traffic jam.

Since there is still time before check-in, I was planning to drop off my luggage and go for breakfast while taking a walk.

So I had a simple breakfast in the hotel lounge and went to my room.Once in the room, there is only one thing to do.

Due to the synergistic effect of last night's doping effect and this morning's tampering in the car, it was rare for Joe to be ready for battle, and he fired two shots in the morning.

This surprised not only Joe himself but also Princess Nana.

"Joe-chan, what's wrong? You're a junior high school student who just learned O*ni!"

I received a compliment.

eh?Aren't you complimented?


Unexpectedly, it was almost noon, so I left the hotel.

It seems that most of the subways that were running in the morning have stopped, and as a result, the city is heavily congested, so I moved on foot.

Usually, the princess asks for a taxi, even if it's a short distance, but Paris seems to be a different story.

Of course Joe is happy too.

Looking sideways at the heavily congested street, I walked aimlessly at the shops (of course, the princess) that caught my attention, and I ended up in Saint-Germain.

Famous cafes and luxury brand stores are lined up here, and the princess's eyes are shining (bitter smile).

My bad premonition was right, so I bought a new bag from a certain brand.
(Of course, Joe paid. I cried in my heart. Because it's 2500€.


After that, we had lunch at a nearby Japanese soba restaurant.

Personally, I think it's bad taste to eat Japanese food in a foreign country, but Joe isn't brave enough to refuse the princess's request.

It was a cold day, so I ate warm tempura soba, but the soba wasn't chewy, and above all, the tempura was bad.

It just so happened that the only customers around me were French, but I don't think it's a good idea to eat soba without making a noise.

Soba noodles are eaten slowly and tasted down the throat, right?

Fill your stomach with tasteless soba and walk to Orsay without stomach.


Arrived in about 20 minutes.


After breaking up with the princess at the entrance, you can enjoy art at your own pace until the museum closes.

The best thing was that I was able to see many Degas at once during the special exhibition of Degas.

It's a little embarrassing, but I quote from the notes I always take when I go to an art museum.

“I am more than happy to be able to appreciate many of Degas’ works in one place.

Sketches and drawings are also on display, and you can clearly see that Degas's gaze is focused on the momentary movement of the body.

Speaking of Degas's paintings, there are many excellent works centered on ballet, but it seems that he was an enthusiastic ballet fan.

His gaze is not limited to the stage, but is also poured into the behind-the-scenes rehearsal scenes and the orchestra.

Among them, I especially like the "Orchestra de l'Opéra," which is also exhibited in this special exhibition and originally owned by Orsay.

While focusing on the orchestra, the figure of the ballerina dancing on the stage is slightly blurred in the background.

It is not only the movements of the performers and ballerinas that make this painting a masterpiece.

The shade between the stage wings where the orchestra is located and the stage where the spotlight hits is also wonderful.

Painting can be defined in a variety of ways, but if it is “the art of color that draws space in two dimensions,” then Degas is a painter who painted paintings that look like paintings.

I don't always think like this.

The trip with Princess Nana must have lifted Joe's spirits.

After all, traveling is good, especially in foreign countries.


Meet Princess Nana at the exit near closing time.

Talk about art with the princess while drinking 1664 at a nearby cafe.

This is the happiest time for Joe.

Princess Nana is a painter, so she has a very different way of looking at paintings than Joe.

And the difference is always exciting.


After hitting two glasses of 1664, we walked to the Opera.

The sun has completely set and it's getting colder, but holding hands with Princess Nana keeps my body and soul warm.

It took me a while because I was walking slowly, but I arrived at an underwear store near the Opera.

The word "SELL" opened the princess's pupils and made a big purchase.

If I bought the same amount in Japan, the price would be nearly three times higher.

If it were my daughter, I could have said, "Stop with this much."

After shopping, it's dinner time.

Sushi at the request of Princess Nana who is hungry for Japanese food.

I was told in advance that the reservation time was strict, so I entered the store just in time.

The counter seats are full and only Joe and others are Japanese.

It seems to be a popular restaurant because it has a Michelin star.

The general has dignity like a sushi chef.

He is very picky about sushi, and even though he is a French restaurant, he doesn't serve wine.

I thought it would be nice if she smiled a little more, but when I talk to her, she responds to various things in a friendly manner.

I didn't know this, but it seems that France cannot import seafood from Japan, including frozen ones.

All fish are sourced within the EU.


It's an important taste, but it's not bad.


If you close your eyes and eat it, you will forget you are in Paris.

The most expensive omakase course is 255€, so it doesn't feel particularly expensive.

However, if asked if I would like to come again, I would say no.

You don't have to go out of your way to eat sushi in France, because there are so many delicious things here.

Even so, Princess Nana happily ate while saying, "I feel like I'm in Ginza," so it was worth it.

After slowly enjoying the sushi, we walked back to the hotel.

After having a drink at the hotel bar, we had a lingerie show in our room.

I bought XNUMX sets, so it will take time.

I had fired two shots since morning, so I thought it was impossible, but after the third set, I couldn't stand it and pushed Hime down.

And after all the fittings are over, I have Himeichiban put on his favorite again and push him down again.

Four times a day is Joe's record break.

I didn't think I'd break the record after I turned 50.

However, of course I do doping, so it's just a reference record.
 

Paris first day

Get up before 7am.

I hurriedly took a shower to wake up and headed to the Louvre.

I have a reservation for the special exhibition "The 500th anniversary of Leonardo da Vinci's death," which is being held at XNUMX:XNUMX in the morning.

Arrive at the Louvre before XNUMX:XNUMX and line up.However, it is not possible to enter after XNUMX o'clock.

According to the staff, the Louvre staff are currently on strike and want you to wait.

While soothing the displeased Princess Nana, before 10 o'clock, admission started under the condition that "only the Da Vinci exhibition can be viewed".

A group of Louvre officials are in high spirits as they enter the special exhibition area.

There are 179 exhibits.

There are only about 50 paintings that have been judged to be Da Vinci's true works, so there are not many paintings in this special exhibition, and most of them are drawings, drafts, and so on.
Most of them are memos.

I was surprised to find that "The Last Supper" was on display along the way, but when I read the explanation, it was a copy by a person who was said to be a disciple of Da Vinci's living life, and the color scheme of the time and the parts that are now lost (the dining room in the 17th century) was cut away to make the entrance to the

It was also used as a stable during Napoleon's occupation of Milan.

There are no parts added during the restoration, and it is a copy that makes us guess Da Vinci's "The Last Supper".

Due to the strike, only the da Vinci exhibition was open to the public, and the venue was very crowded, so I couldn't take my time to appreciate it. .

After the Louvre, lunch at a nearby restaurant.

French at last on the third day.

And break up with Princess Nana.

Joe went to the airport while feeling a little dizzy because he opened the wine in the daytime.

I became a person on the plane to meet a junior high school friend living in Dublin.

In this way, the turbulent two nights and three days ended.

I didn't write it down, but I felt refreshed once upon waking up this morning, so in the past three days, I've refreshed six times.

This will never happen again.

Or rather, not until now.

You never know what will happen in life.
 

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