DAY NINE OF MySexLifeInParis

Last time when I criticized a Little bit a French way of not giving a receipt I got Lot of criticism from those that hate receipts and think that they are not crucial to the fiscal efficiency anyhow and those that were a little bit disappointed by my words. Sorry. It is not possible to make everybody happy. I just write what I see and it doesn’t mean I love less this city and this country just because I have an open eyes and a sharp mind. To make amends I am publishing a photo of Carla Bruni. That should make happy all my French readers and give a clue to all the others what is permanently on the covers of French press.

But it is not only Carla, somebody else also made a model today – Me! I passed by model agency, actually a photo studio and I entered to talk with the manager for some voluntary speaking French involving work.. and he asked my height! He thought I was a model! Some people have some incredible model stories to tell, me due to this lapse: ‘I was a model once, for full three seconds’. The guy, Didier, said it is summer and that there is very little work.. but I liked his eyes.. he immediately took my phone number and you could see that in his head the ideas were rolling. I imagined him as one of those people that don’t lose any opportunity. That make gold of anything. So different from my artisty/intellectually friends that see all about society, and history and philosophy.. but can’t make a dinner.

Strolling in Paris I made couple of mistakes and out of sudden found myself in Africa. I don’t mind Africa. In fact, it was interesting. The only place in Paris where they don’t have coffee shops, but they sit on street. Quite poor and yet I don’t understand how they afford to live in the area where the price of the real-estate is 7.000. euros for square meter. I entered in one shoe shop that looked from the outside like a theatre and in fact inside as well it was a theatre, once. Today they sell shoes without laces for 3 euros.

I didn’t do no shopping, not yet.. but when I do I know where I’ll go – erotic lingerie shop. Inside you can definitely find some over the edge stuff, but thanks God you can’t find anything for ‘little Lotta’, girlie, baby stuff that mainstream shops propose. Here it is to the point and simply beautiful.