City Gloss

Before, a preamble. To the times the universe conspires our favor. A combination of good education, hard work and the perfect company had taken me Paris in the last month of July. Walked perfect days with long in the city prettiest of the world. Amongst the destinations in the City Light, the complex of tennis of Roland Garros, one old dream.

In the store of the complex, I search for inevitable souvenirs. I finish buying, among others gadgets, a gorgeous dark blue impermeable coat with small soon it traditional temple it tennis. I go even so happy of the life. End of the preamble. then we arrive at this frozen first week of the August month, more specifically to a thursday that amanheceu Siberian. After a smoky and basic coffee, volume a escaldante bath and I go to be dressed. was then that I had one I occasion of bourgeois small arrogance: I go to use my fantastic French coat. The people go to find pretty and to ask ' ' Ours! How pretty coat! Where you bought? ' ' I, magnificent, go to cravar: ' ' Paris' '.

E was with this perfect coat and this thought ridicule that left for the work. After the lunch, my Miller friend decided to take one sorvetinho. I rejected the dainty frozen in one day so cold, but I sat down it its side in the bank of the ice cream parlor, under the bare trees, to make company and to tan one solzinho gostoso. While we argued stock markets, scientific projects, articles and namoro of Rodrigo Santoro with J-Lo, I received a lesson from Biblical humildade. A dove very needs obtained, to one six meters of height, to make right a spurt of bosta in my shoulder. I ran away for the bathroom under a salute of outbursts of laughter, to save my coat and my dignity. In front of the mirror, rubbing wet hygienical paper on the reached place, filosofei. Doves do not bind for corporeal properties. Perhaps either therefore that in all image of San Francisco de Assis, the most humble Dos Santos always comes folloied of two or three of these flying cages.

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.