DAY SIXTEEN of MySexLifeInParis

SALES: The FEAST Of GOODS
In the ancient times when there was Eastern and Western Europe I got the luck to be born in the East. There were times, especially when watching Beverly Hills 90129 that I would ask myself most seriously why didn’t I have the luck to be born Brenda and at sixteen drive to my fancy high school and kiss with Dylan all day. My reason would than consul me with the usual: ‘At least you are not born in the Middle East, at least there is no war.’

In 1991 my reasoning was forced to turn down to the more modest: ‘There is a war, but at least you are alive.’ I so much appreciated being alive that I did not appreciate anymore cloths, boyfriends, music.. anything that was less serious than dead serious. I know you would of loved to have met me in that period - such a fun teenager I was.

Took me ten years to start seriously shopping again: ‘What is the point when anyway we are going to die?’ But, by this day I suppose I became a serious and respectful shopper again. Lets be honest: in our cities there is not so much more to do. So, I shop. I go out on a street, I walk around and as usual I am in search of the sense of the life (or at least of MySexLifeInParis) but what I get is a Chinese pendent!

I don’t think I could ever be a good salesman – and not just because I would not let people buy things that don’t suit them, but mostly because however cute the T shirt or a bag is it is just a thing.. and I don’t believe even in important things like Justice and Communism let alone in a T shirt. But there are people that do – the salesmen. I see it every day.. the most junk, unusable, unfashionable, ugly thing is sold with passion and belief. So, I suppose what they like and believe in is a profit, and I could believe in that too… but their ability to project the noble worship of profit to a junk useless ready to the garbage yet another key pendant is something in which they beat me by far. (Unless we are talking about the most junk useless ready to the garbage yet another pair of shoes – nobody beets me in that!)

Nota: The picture of this building is taken in the same street as the previous pictures of numerous shops like the one above. It was only by a chance that I understood that this was one of the first sites of the French Academy of Science, in which by the way was for the first time read Tartuffe.
But, unlike the shops you can’t enter here.
Unlike the shops I don’t know how much they believe in their ‘product’, but I know that they are not trying to sell it.

So, I passed by the historic site of the French Academy of Science and got myself a Chinese pendent.

I saw a stand up – one man show by Baptiste Lecaplain. It was not in a club, but in the smallest theatre I’ve been to: a venue of 40 seats. It was incredibly intimate and at the beginning I was afraid that such proximity (without beers) would make the public withdraw in themselves and then the most embarrassing thing would be to have the audience in this intimate position without any intimacy going on. But, Baptise thought very young, knows his deal and he started the show with the maximum of the interaction with the public directly asking for certain actions… that broke the ice and established relationship between us and him. Once we had that relationship he chilled out and let himself be. Throughout the show we laughed because his jokes are well crafted and because you can feel that he is goodhearted, clever and pleasant guy giving it all.