Louveciennes rocks. I actually had the chance of going running in a non polluted, non artificial, non crowded forest this morning before getting to work. I had lunch with my mom instead of eating a 4.50€ barely edible mozzarella sandwich bought in an I’m-not-so-confident-with-“boulangerie” from Gare du Nord, and got some work done. And, to celebrate this renewed acquaintance with a life in the wild in the Parisian suburbs, I think I’ll have a vodka-martini in one of Louveciennes’ hottest club tonight, and maybe score a random Louveciennoise.
Ok, so there aren’t any clubs in Louveciennes, or bars; not even a drunkard homeless weirdo to offer you a sip of his “villageoise”*. But bars and clubs are over-rated anyway, and so are “villageoise”-distributing-drunkard-wierdos for that matter.
Forests, on the other hand, are nice. They’re authentic and cool and good smelling. They don’t have clerks checking you out before you step in, they don’t kick you out when you’re too drunk or it’s past 2am, and they don’t ask whether or not you’re a paying customer before you go and take a leak.
I love my hometown and I wouldn’t go back to Paris for anything in the world. Well, unless I had too of course. The thing is, I happen to have a certain amount of business to attend to in Paris so I’ll be staying there tonight. Now, it’s not out of Paris-sickness, it’s not because Louveciennes isn’t an awesome-enough place to be, or because there isn’t a single person in Louveciennes in his twenties, it’s just because I have business to attend to. As I said, Louveciennes rocks.
Ok, so there aren’t any clubs in Louveciennes, or bars; not even a drunkard homeless weirdo to offer you a sip of his “villageoise”*. But bars and clubs are over-rated anyway, and so are “villageoise”-distributing-drunkard-wierdos for that matter.
Forests, on the other hand, are nice. They’re authentic and cool and good smelling. They don’t have clerks checking you out before you step in, they don’t kick you out when you’re too drunk or it’s past 2am, and they don’t ask whether or not you’re a paying customer before you go and take a leak.
I love my hometown and I wouldn’t go back to Paris for anything in the world. Well, unless I had too of course. The thing is, I happen to have a certain amount of business to attend to in Paris so I’ll be staying there tonight. Now, it’s not out of Paris-sickness, it’s not because Louveciennes isn’t an awesome-enough place to be, or because there isn’t a single person in Louveciennes in his twenties, it’s just because I have business to attend to. As I said, Louveciennes rocks.
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