London Stills - jesse d's travel journal

19/04/03 - 1.45 PM
My laptop's system crumbled a couple of weeks ago, but thanks to some handywork by my friend Ben back in Perth I have been able to ressurect all of my travel pictures, journal entries, mp3s and Seinfeld episodes.

Currently I am inside the English Channel Tunnel aboard the Eurostar. I'm returning from an incredible 6 days in Paris where I have been kindly accomodated by some extended family just south of the river.

I must start by saying that France kicks England so hard it hurts. No wonder the English have such a dislike of the French! Clearly they're jealous of the weather, the language, the croissants, the crepes and the style of the Parisians.

Last Saturday, the day before leaving for Paris, I saw a screening of 'Amelie' at the London French Film festival in Leicester Square.

I arrived on Sunday and met Peter at the apartment where he asked if there's anything I fancy seeing, so I said Montremarte, and that's where we went. The home of Amelie Poulain.

I made it my mission to visit everywhere possible from the film seeing as it was shot entirely on location around Paris.

I went to The Two Windmills Cafe, Monsieur Collignon's Fruit & Legume Store, the bridge over St. Martin's Canal where Amelie skims stones, Gare De L'est station to take a photo in the Amelie photo booth, Abbesses metro station and I cracked Creme Brulee with a spoon.

As I was told by the French people Peter and Monique had to dinner last night, I could not have asked for better springtime weather for my stay. Every day held a clear blue sky and pounded down with heat and I was glad to be wearing boardshorts again.

Monique and Peter took me out one night to see a full moon rest directly above the point of the Eiffel Tower.

The females in France were incredible, it's not a myth! Whenever anybody tried to speak to me however, all i could say was 'Je ne parler pas Francais'. I must learn that language one day.

I'm very sad to be leaving France. But in a few hours I will be meeting up with Will RamJET and going into the Shepherd's Bush Empire to see the good old Whitlam's play their iconic Australian music to what will no doubt be a mostly anitpodean audience.

I bought some Lacoste shoes for 50 euros.

Peter had a guitar at the apartment which was relieving, he didn't buy it long ago, I could teach him a few things, I hope he continues to play. At the dinner party last night I was coaxed into singing a few tunes for the guests which was a lot of fun.

Just came out of the tunnel so i guess I'm back in England... great.

I must call my job man Kieth and start earning money immediately so as I can avoid disappointing my great friend Borg who has sold his car so as he can travel with me around Europe beginning May 25th. Fantastic.

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			19/04/03 - 1.45 PM My laptop's system crumbled a couple of weeks ago, but thanks to some handywork by my friend Ben back in Perth I have been able to ressurect all of my travel pictures, journal entries, mp3s and Seinfeld episodes. Currently I am inside the English Channel Tunnel aboard the Eurostar. I'm returning from an incredible 6 days in Paris where I have been kindly accomodated by some extended family just south of the river. I must start by saying that France kicks England so hard it hurts. No wonder the English have such a dislike of the French! Clearly they're jealous of the weather, the language, the croissants, the crepes and the style of the Parisians. Last Saturday, the day before leaving for Paris, I saw a screening of 'Amelie' at the London French Film festival in Leicester Square. I arrived on Sunday and met Peter at the apartment where he asked if there's anything I fancy seeing, so I said Montremarte, and that's where we went. The home of Amelie Poulain. I made it my mission to visit everywhere possible from the film seeing as it was shot entirely on location around Paris. I went to The Two Windmills Cafe, Monsieur Collignon's Fruit & Legume Store, the bridge over St. Martin's Canal where Amelie skims stones, Gare De L'est station to take a photo in the Amelie photo booth, Abbesses metro station and I cracked Creme Brulee with a spoon. As I was told by the French people Peter and Monique had to dinner last night, I could not have asked for better springtime weather for my stay. Every day held a clear blue sky and pounded down with heat and I was glad to be wearing boardshorts again. Monique and Peter took me out one night to see a full moon rest directly above the point of the Eiffel Tower. The females in France were incredible, it's not a myth! Whenever anybody tried to speak to me however, all i could say was 'Je ne parler pas Francais'. I must learn that language one day. I'm very sad to be leaving France. But in a few hours I will be meeting up with Will RamJET and going into the Shepherd's Bush Empire to see the good old Whitlam's play their iconic Australian music to what will no doubt be a mostly anitpodean audience. I bought some Lacoste shoes for 50 euros. Peter had a guitar at the apartment which was relieving, he didn't buy it long ago, I could teach him a few things, I hope he continues to play. At the dinner party last night I was coaxed into singing a few tunes for the guests which was a lot of fun. Just came out of the tunnel so i guess I'm back in England... great. I must call my job man Kieth and start earning money immediately so as I can avoid disappointing my great friend Borg who has sold his car so as he can travel with me around Europe beginning May 25th. Fantastic.




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