City Gloss

Poor person, pretty Paris. After twelve long flight hours we arrive Paris. It was a frozen morning of day five of December of 2009. A group of brothers me they waited in the ample hall of landing of the famous airport Charles de Gaulle, somebody with a band with my name tried to discover amongst that they leave who age the such shepherd Brazil, others talking smile animadamente. The reception was warm, I presented myself, and as if in them we knew the much time we follow in van Mr.

Valdir Feltrin (optimum tourist guide of France) for the house of the Claudio.A Shepherd the measure that the car walked, as Brazilian all curious, I could contemplate throughout that moving avenue the buildings and large houses of Paris, was very good, therefore admiring and I am gotten passionate by architecture, mainly of that style. I had the impression that all city is constructed through the work of one alone architect. During the twenty days where it stows in France, I had the joy to know almost all the tourist points of Paris. We visit hospitalized people, the periphery of the beautiful city, the stations of subway, of trains, (three hundred stations of subway exist more than) the luxurious commercial galleries, some restaurants, museums, etc. Paris is city an old, however, pretty, organized, planned and very clean. Its I transit and ways of transport are simply efficient. Trains, bus, taxis, and the subway decides the problem go-and-comes of it of the population.

The people, at least in that date of the year, December, one cold month, chic and are well agasalhadas. I observed as the people like to read, and read very! Obviously, I had many difficulties, mainly for not saying the Frenchman. Also I suffered with the hourly spindle, everything is half complicated. However, with passing of the days the things had been if normalizing.