Before going to Paris, I watched Paris, which tells more than a dozen district stories. I love you. Because each director only has five minutes, it is obviously difficult to present a complete block and a full story. Indeed, parking in Paris is a craft. The parking spaces are difficult to find and the places are small. They use the finesse of life to park. There are many Muslims, but there are not as many blacks. Paris is very tolerant, at least on the surface; there will be strange things in the subway. In that story, the people on the opposite side will provoke fists. On the morning of the weekend, the subway trains are all drunks. They are drunk and some urinate directly in the subway; there are many loves and lovers under the tower, but they are all under the tower. Noisy Americans, Parisians love Montmartre more, lying on the lawn overlooking the entire Paris. . . . .
Paris was filmed by the French. Some different people appeared in the same movie. They occasionally contacted each other and occasionally passed by. At the end of the film, Pierre said that the people here are not happy. They hate the city and love the city at the same time. In fact, they can live here. Looking at this beautiful and ancient city is very happy in itself. They are not happy. It's because I'm too unsatisfied.
Paris is a magical place, and many people want to go there and live there. The African-American cleaner sent a postcard of Notre Dame to his nephew, and no one knew what it said. But the young man embarked on a journey of smuggling without hesitation. When looking at the European continent from the coast of North Africa, he asked Snakehead, is it worth it? Snake head lined up the boy's shoulder and said, "It's a pity, it's worth it." As a result, the ship overturned while crossing the sea and all died.
A woman who sells fruits and vegetables in the market has divorced her husband for many years, but she also runs a fruit and vegetable stall together. After a traffic accident, her ex-husband followed her last wish and scattered her ashes in Montgomeris, because that was the first place they went to Paris.
Pierre is about to die. He can’t dance. He can only recuperate in the apartment every day. The only thing that supports him is the city. He opened the balcony door and stood in the cold wind with a cup of coffee in his hand. Warm your hands, from the Eiffel Tower in the distance to the pedestrians downstairs and the tenants on the opposite floor. The unique balcony in downtown Paris is waist-high with hollow ironwork and comfortable with elbows on it. The best thing is that there is no roof and you have a whole view. When the weather is good, you can have breakfast here.
But winter is really a depressing season. The endless rain and snow, the wet roads, the coldness, rarely the sun, the whole city sinks into a grayish white, and only night can bring her back to life in neon. In the evening, the Parisians will show their most romantic side after a few glasses of wine. The girls who have finished playing in the nightclub and the farmers in the morning market get together, the female students will go to bed with the teacher, and a salon will be staged in the old house. . . .
The most beautiful part of Paris is that it is very old and has many proud monuments and buildings. The people here can't help but keep them well, and cherish them, and more importantly, they are still living here and continuing the legend of the city. .
When I was in Paris, my friends always complained to me about how happy Parisians are. They can soak in the Louvre every day to watch paintings, play in the sand at the Fushin Square, and lie down on the lawn under the Sacred Heart Church when they are happy. Yes, when you are unhappy, you can drink booze by the Seine, or go to the iron tower to watch the whole world. Friends can go to the art cafe on the left bank or the lively tavern on the high ground. People living here are so happy, but they don’t realize how happy they are. arrive.
When Pierre was close to death, he realized that the city was so beautiful that he couldn't bear it. The busy and blind life in the past made him forget that it was easy to find happiness. On the way to the hospital for a heart transplant, he looked at the city and smiled happily.
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