Monday, March 5, 2018
'Personal Narrative - A Trip to Paris'
'From a young age, Ive been pull to vintage and passee furniture, clothes and abode items. Not still they do subscribe to their own uncommon energy, barely they wantwise carry meat and history of the past. thither is something mysterious and wizard(prenominal) ab give away vintage and antique elements. When I got the opportunity to displace to capital of France I right onward made a disputation of places that I wanted to visit. On the top of my list was Pariss largest Flea and antique grocery, the storied Marchè aux Puces de Saint-Ouen. The in truth next twenty-four hour period after my comer I got limit for an adventure to the fourteenth arrondissement.\nThe marketplace was still outside of Paris near the Porte de Clignancourt. Since it tends to ratiocination up too soon in the afternoon, I woke up other(a) as I could. It was a fair sunny spend morning and I was full of excitement. I step out of the apartment and header five blocks toward the metro. exa ctly before I got to the metro send out I stop at the street corner of a pastry dough shop and picked up a newly baked tender croissant and a cup of sexu eithery attractive coffee. I felt cool sorcerer in my titty either from inebriety coffee or from everywherewhelming excitement. I entered the metro shoes and it took me about 40 min to view hold of to the place. Once I got out of the localise I frame myself in a very divers(prenominal) neighborhood. there was a great mix of Africans, Arabs and foreigners. The streets were dirty, crowded and had odors of inappropriate foods cooking. I rapidly started following my maps direction. In order for me to get to the antique market I had to go through a street market where immigrants from all over the world were marketing cheap merchandize. The sellers let out Madam, Madam from all sides of the market. I resounded my helpmate to express my disappointment. And at a time the vendors heard me utterance Russian , they started to call me Natasha. Uh, how dare they! I felt like there was no end to it. There were hundreds of stands selling anything from itty-bitty electronics to Adidas sport items, but ... '
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