Dancing barefoot at La Defense. Just the loud music and the tingling grass. The crowd doesn't exist. As if everything is linked to this moment. All the pints of beer and plates to share at the local pub. All the Chinese and Vietnamese food in Ivry. All the sushi you can eat for 15 euros. All the wine and cheese at a picnic in Vincennes or in Jardain du Luxembourg. All there is.
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| Picnic in the park |
The grass is soft under the bare feet and the music melts into the chatter of people having picnics in the parks hiding in the shades from the hot sun. Cheese, wine, some delicatessen meat and some surprisingly good tomatoes that actually smell and taste of tomatoes, probably because they were bought at a farmer's market and not from the supermarket.
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| Essential tool for language skills improvement |
The reverie of dancing has been broken by a "Sante" and clinging of beer bottles."Cheers" for the first pint of blond and the first delicious sharing plate with fried Camembert and prawns. "Sante" for the second pint of amber and the nachos and the guacamole. Apparently foreign language skills improve with beer. The first pint provides confidence when speaking a foreign language. The second one significantly upgrades vocabulary and structures.
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| sushi |
Dancing barefoot the word that pops to mind is "raw" like raw fish, like pink salmon wrapped in rice and algae. Sushi downed with Japanese beer. Raw.
It's almost midnight and the magic is broken. It's time to catch the last RER home. Just before the crowd pours into the station there are two changelings trying to dance a fairy's dance.
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