Saturday night Paris put on an amazing show where they invited artists to display their work and light up a bunch of the monuments in town. I am going to tell the story mostly in pictures in response to a certain reader's complaints that I write too much. I suppose that doesn't shock anyone who knows me but I am willing to make an effort here.
Erik and I had a few beers on the canal before the festivities.
Then we had some in the metro.
Erik and I met up with the students from the master's program for a few drinks.
Erik tried to make friends with Gregor and Christin, both German students, by telling them about his trips to Munich, Frankfort, and Berlin. To each they responded "That's hardly Germany!" Who knew?
Then Zsuzsanna and Christin consulted the program to find us a place to go.
Then we headed to the metro thinking "The metro is fun!"
Oh, no it's not.
and now it's getting crazy.
seriously crazy
<and now we're stopped in the middle of the tunnel, not moving with the door open
people are starting to panic a bit
Wolf's not worried though
I say we are getting out!
We're only 50 yards away from safety(if the metro doesn't start running again) but people are really panicking now.
They aren't letting others off the train now.
We all got off and were ok, but people needed a beer.
and a cigarette.
We were a bit shaken up but we decided to keep going because it is still a beautiful city and it was only 2:00 AM or something like that. The only problem was we didn't really plan to get off here and thus didn't know where we were.
Good thing the Germans brought a map.
Turns out it was a map to a magical beer called the Amsterdam maximator. You can't tell now but it was the beginning of the end for Gregor.
The metro being closed people had no way back so they came to my place. It wasn't just Gregor who was tired, or whatever.
There's one part of this story that is left untold because I just wanted to put this up here since it's been a few days. Here's a preview of the next part though.
1 comment:
Looks like a great night! Seeing your apartment makes me feel nostalgic. I hope you have begun speaking "proper" French.
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