First Bar - Society

To be honest, rather am one of those paranoid avid skeptics that all can see more minor than major, and given that more and no one was able to visit the capital of the venerable, but now, as we say in Simferopol, I "Well ...", just do not like this guy: that white pants dressed up, and saw how the girl on the verge of ... Next to the imagination. Of course, not physiological, but in figurative terms.

I have never seen so many smiling faces at the cafe, restaurants, bars, and on the streets ... And to hell with the scope of services! Returning to Kiev for nearly a week I could not understand why I was glancing sideways here, when I smiled, giving money to the cash register supermarket, or when seen in the lift than a troubled neighbor greeted with a smile.

Smiles - Paris Business Card . You smile at all - from the waiter or waitress in best hotels in Paris, to a neighbor at the table in the restaurant. It does not matter what color skin you have, or mood. I picked up where the "disease": the smiley face.

not idiotic, senseless, and that smile, when she meets with the eyes of strangers, when, before going to bed and opened the window in the room smiling, looking at the Parisian rooftops. Or enthusiastically shouting: run here, he hangs a month over the dome of the Opera! Like the moon in Paris of a different color and size. It is, indeed, the Parisian disease ...

Already when we took off and gained altitude on the way to Kiev, and I almost curled up in a chair (pretty not have enough sleep), feeling that someone is harboring my rug. Through narrowed eyes he saw as the steward whispered something to my companion in English and smiled. At home, remembering, he asked, you asked me to give a blanket? No - I said - he saw that you did not get enough sleep you covered like a baby and asked me, I do not mind ...

The first evening on Friday, dropping a couple of bags in the room, rushed to the city nightlife ... Back somewhere about an hour and could not even with the card "calculate" our hotel, but when asked the passer-by Parisian, one about three minutes to explain to us that we are almost there and showed where to go right. Turning saw that in fact there is a hole, and suddenly we hear back, "Monsieur!". He ran after us, because it turned out, I realized that it was not correctly indicated the way of apology and brought us to the right lane ....

About fans - All or Nothing. I'm going to do, because what happened on Saturday, it was something incredible, and no police did not stop fans, foot, in buses with open roof, which created noise, hiss, the sound incredibly kakofonichnih decibels (about vuvuzelah not yet known) . This should be seen and heard, and when I waved, all the power of football and bolelschikovskogo Orchestra splashed out in our favor. Viva, a word.

the evening, returning to the hotel to change clothes on the Boulevard des Capucines (not to be confused with the Boulevard des Capucines, because this or Paris, or do not exist), I have strong liking to the place, dead. Before lounge chic shop, which has already closed, but everything was covered, expanding the economic his treasure, no matter who was getting ready for dinner the trio. Relatively tidy men were getting the wine, bread, a woman (oh, my God!) Received three green heads "Ukrainian" bow if another piece of bacon, I would not go to a restaurant, a bite to them)! But that's not it. Passers-by, except for us and other tourists, completely unconcerned about it. A police patrol passed by slowly did not pay any attention to the poor fellows. Absolutely! I thought about Khreshchatyk, and if there have some "expensive" store dined our bums. Do not even want to think that was done to them, "Ukrainian" RIGHT-keepers ... And yet ... Wait, maybe another time, because no story, and a novel turns out, there would be more of a pair of lines to remember ...

Bar II - City

I weak reference, let alone map, try to tell you about their impressions. First - it's a fantastic space and an incredible respect for history. Wondered if the mayor of Paris has become our "glorious" Lenya - Space, I am sure that would have been the first attempt deribana, its always painful body rested peacefully to the bottom of the Seine, giving food to other animals and crayfish.

Seeing the Louvre know where to make history of past centuries and today, and why the French and still one of the most powerful European states and nations. In spite of the occupation, both Russian and German. It's simple - they love their city. They like his guests, as well as love to talk exclusively in French. It seems only polite restraint are: "Vasya! Vasya! Che here to shop? Maybe let's go? Valya I do promise to catch tons ..."

It was easier, if necessary, use English among themselves only in Russian, a couple of times, given the melody of our mother tongue, waiters confused "Italiano?" At that, smiling, replied: "Sicily "....

But back to the city. Clean the streets contrasted wildly with dozens of cigarette butts that seem to deliberately not removed from the iron grating - fences neatly trimmed plane trees. Perhaps a tradition? Or any idea? And just over half an inch from the fence, no matches or cigarette butt ...

As for the Seine, the Dnieper grossly out of luck! Net, licked, no plastic bottles, plastic bags, not to mention the crazy owners of boats, boats, scooters or retardation ...

I'm here, on occasion, once again back to the people, sorry. When Sunday came back from Notre Dame (Notre - Dame de Paris), Seine clicking one of dozens of bridges on its waterfront, just like in Andrew's admission, met the long layout, souvenirs, booklets, plaques, photos of Paris, his heroes and others tourist attractions. My companion, choosing something themselves, then friends in memory, trying to pay off. But first, looking back, we realized that we could not find a seller. Until about thirty meters from the place where she was picking souvenirs, sat quietly lean Frenchman and, paying no attention to passers-by or potential customers, enthusiastically read his book. Only when we asked, politely and with a smile and thanked named a price for your purchase ... And the other is a small souvenir closet, like the hero of Dumas and Zola, and when I jokingly pointed to the thing, just picked up and gave my companion, I was taken aback, but he seemed a good ghost disappeared from past centuries in the mountains of flyers, badges and stickers and metal objects ... I remember him once and for all. Just as part of the city, as the greatness of the Louvre, as calm Notre - Dame de Paris ... As the mysterious night attic and roof of the old city and the subtle smell of the old sewer pipe that was felt before the rain and so on like that unique smell of Austrian sewer pipes, which breaks out in the evenings by the massive Polish hatches in Lviv. How to bridge the old town, too, like Lviv and Kiev in a little bit, but not in Moscow or Kharkov example in Paris, paving a very, very much and she's smooth with no bumps or virvin after each shower ...

Third Bar - All about ...

prices are different. Sometimes shocking, compared to Kiev, and sometimes vice versa, Kiev shocking, it's mainly for clothes ... However, it is not my paraffin. Of harm's way, all money paid companion, with the condition do not give me any detail on what the euro. I do not like spending money on clothes, accessories and more. I was interested in restaurants, where you can eat, watch people. Something tasty to drink, or just to talk. For that money, none of you nevozmet - want to sit, please. The menu will bring and all.

Of course, everything is relative. But the city is quite expensive, though, to be honest, despite the reporter's experience, did not care to know how many, for example, earns a waitress. Even considering that in one of the restaurants when we were talking in Russian, we ran to the young girl seems to be named Lina, who nearly cried when he heard his native language. We also almost wet my eyes .... And her boss - Jack - when I learned that it serves his fellow countrymen, it has provided us with food for free ...

About taxi is another story. I almost did not see them in the city, although in three days we walked several miles through the city, say, the Eiffel Tower, until I got was supported by a beer in almost three restaurants.

So, everything is very simple. Just stand on the streets of some traffic control posts and when you need a taxi, you press the button. You say where you are and where you need. We can only wait for the car. Then you bring up the shortest route, the benefit in each cab computer - a navigator, and politely will be given a receipt check. I am bitterly remembered our center. Where any foreigner, especially if it is the first time in Kiev, driving up to three hundred yards, three skins sderut like to imagine carrying five kilometers ... It does not. There simply are respected guests. And even thought it would be the guests of Kiev during the Euro 2012 ...