©

In Paris the sky is never black. It’s sometimes grey, sometimes purple or blue-ish but in the city of light it’s always bright and you can barely see the stars at night. I went to Paris this weekend to celebrate a friend’s birthday. We stayed in a huge loft flat in a house that used to be a factory, it’s so beautiful and unique that it’s sometimes used as a set for films. The photo studio that was located downstairs had a big pool where we had a pool party with delicious food and Pina Coladas, we all jumped in the pool shortly before midnight and sang French birthday songs.

Paris is an utterly beautiful city, we spent hours just walking through the city, seeing big touristy places, small alleys with tiny shops, homeless people in their tents, cafés, the Seine and huge buildings. I’d love to come back soon, see some more, get an idea of the night life, maybe improve my French as well. I don’t speak any French, all I can do is introduce myself which isn’t that helpful if you are trying to order food, ask for the way or have a proper conversation with your friend’s friends who don’t speak English. But it all worked out somehow, people get very creative when it comes to communication. We use our hands, our whole bodies, all existing languages that we know, because, quite frankly, all we want is to be understood.

We went home tonight and I’m back in my flat - back to normal, but inspired and pretty tired.