Paris restaurant takeout

When you feel it, you are already there.

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I've always wanted to have a chance to visit Paris.

After the live broadcast of the Spring Festival Evening, all my energy was consumed. I simply took a few clothes and took off from Beijing early in the morning.

1 1 hour Asia-Europe flight basically makes up for yesterday's fatigue, one is work and the other is yearning. I'm getting excited. Yesterday's Spring Festival party was a distant event, and I was about to see a brand-new world-Paris, France.

France is a romantic name. In Latin, "France" means courage and freedom. When I mention France, I can't help but think of the magnificent bourgeois revolution, Napoleon, Dunkirk retreat in World War II, and Charles de Gaulle's social improvement after the war. It can be said that this chapter of France is very important in the long volume of world history.

Perhaps I was too eager to know the true face of Lushan Mountain. When I got out of the cabin and faced the huge Charles de Gaulle airport, I was suddenly confused by its wide and complicated layout. I was like grandma Liu, and I couldn't even find a place to pick up my luggage. On that day, we were greeted by heavy snow in Paris, and I was full of joy. The snow all over the world is the same white, and the falling snowflakes float on your face and body, making you feel more cordial. Snow suddenly brought me closer to Paris. Xue has no nationality. She came down from the same heaven. I seem to have a lot of comfort, not as inexplicable as just leaving the airport. When you first arrive at a place, if you don't understand the language, you will immediately feel an inescapable sense of distance. This sense of distance usually manifests itself as anxiety at first. In fact, I know in my heart where this anxiety comes from, so I ask myself to open all my cells, breathe freely and experience Paris completely relaxed.

The distance from the airport to the center of Paris is not too close, and the scenery along the way is really like those scenic spots, both trees and buildings are exquisite. It's just that the expressway here is not as good as I thought, but when the car drives into the city, it's completely different. Paris is Paris, really a world of flowers. Almost every building is like a rare and exquisite work of art, a unified and coordinated classical European architecture, which is so well protected. The pedestrians on the street are in twos and threes, and the costumes are very popular; The shop windows are colorful and the decoration is very attractive. Driving in the street really feels a bit like walking into a dream. It's really bright and gorgeous.

We stayed in a hotel called Prince Yael near the Champs Elysé es. This hotel is first-class in Paris. However, I feel very strange about the luxury of the hotel. I'm like an actress who is temporarily seconded here to make a movie. I have a prop-like feeling about the hotel furnishings. I don't know where to sit when I enter the room, I don't know what to drink when I am thirsty, and I even feel confused about what to say. Everything is so formal, as if I am not the owner here.

The first meal in Paris was in a small restaurant on the street. There are many guests in it, but they are all well dressed. The French are very sociable, and many people greet or hug each other when they meet. The most striking thing is that most women in Paris wear miniskirts above the knee, and most of them wear black and dark colors. They are slim and have a cigarette in their hands. I have always hated women smoking in public, but I like it when I watch women smoking in Paris. Their manners are not only elegant, but also have a leisurely calmness. I noticed that almost all the women who came to the restaurant didn't wear makeup, but they all dressed up very appropriately. Even for women with dark skin color, the foundation is very close to the skin color, the eye shadow is thick but layered, and the lipstick is chosen smoothly. Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said that the model of "black lips are like mud, and the eyebrows are painted eight low" seems to be in sight.

The tulip glass in front of me is full of French champagne, and the one on the table is golden, cold, crushed and frozen freshly baked fatty goose liver, Marseille-style fish soup, cheese, bread and that big plate of various seafood, which I should like very much. But that night, I was embarrassed and lonely beyond words. I don't understand French and I can't speak English well. My French friend is the host and very enthusiastic. When my friend introduced me as an influential host of CCTV, his face showed a very surprised expression. In his opinion, how can the host of the national TV station not speak English? Can't speak French? It's incredible. He can only sigh that China is too closed. At that moment, I felt my face burning. I really humiliated my country. I want to say that it is not China who is closed, but myself.

The first dinner in Paris was so dull and lonely that I seemed surprised myself. I have always been confident and energetic, but I can't be confident when I get to Paris, and many unreasonable feelings follow. Originally, I came to France to rest my tired body and mind, to put aside my unspeakable troubles and to let go of my unspeakable depression, but I never thought that my mood and depression came and the whole person could not relax.

Maybe it's because you're not prepared enough when you leave your accustomed living environment?

Maybe I expected too much joy and didn't surround me at all?

Yes, finally no stranger told you what to do, finally no one recognized you from the crowd, called your name, and finally no one asked you to sign. It can be said that as long as you don't take the initiative to strike up a conversation with others in Paris, there is absolutely no one here to strike up a conversation with you. You should be content, shouldn't you be free Now that I am completely free and convenient, why do I feel empty instead? The mood is always between nothing and nothing. Everything seems soft. What happened? I looked at myself.

I pay close attention to the cafes in Paris. Paris is full of cafes, each with its own atmosphere and distinctive features. I have long known that cafes are the center of social and literary activities in Paris. Artists, writers and intellectuals of different times spend their time in these cafes, and one cafe after another has created a milestone in history.

I went to the oldest Lapkop Cafe in Paris, which is located at 13 Street, which is now the Dracena Theatre. It is said that this cafe is located in 1686, where the literati and political elites in Paris often gather to talk about what happens every day. During his trial, Voltaire drank about 40 cups of coffee here every day, especially chocolate coffee. Bonaparte Napoleon also spent time here, and I also ordered a cup of chocolate coffee, which was really delicious.

I want to experience the real historical flavor of this cafe seriously, but I never want to be superficial.

In Villarone Cafe, I was lucky enough to sit at the table where Jean Paul Sartre and Simon Beauvoir once sat. This coffee shop is at the intersection of benoit Street and Saint-Germain Street. It is actually a two-story hotel. There is also a takeaway department under the narrow canopy in front of the store, which is very popular with artists, writers and intellectuals. According to friends, Sartre and Beauvoir used to be frequent visitors here. They come to the cafe to write regularly every day, from 9 am to noon, and then from 4 pm to 8 pm. Even if they don't order anything to drink, the waiters will still put the ink bottles on the well-ventilated table on the second floor where they often sit. Few artists and writers who go to Paris have never been to Lapkop and Develoren to kill time. Only when they come to this place with another kind of honor can you feel why Engels praised the city so much in his article From Paris to Bern: only a country like France can create Paris.

There are flowers at four o'clock in Paris and evergreen trees at eight o'clock. Paris contains everything that should be in the world, everything that shouldn't be, and everything that can't be found anywhere else.

People say that in Paris, you can enjoy sightseeing, express your feelings, praise history and feelings, and indulge in luxury, romance, venting and enjoyment. Paris is full of culture and art, romantic, mysterious, crazy, adventurous and exciting ... In Paris, you can enjoy works of art from classicism to baroque, abstract, fauvism and surrealism, appreciate the natural scenery of the Boulogne forest and stroll along the Seine River. ...

My friend told me that you must swim the Seine when you come to Paris, just as you must row a boat on the Lijiang River when you go to Guilin. Yes, I got on the boat from the dock of Orsay Museum and wandered on the water. It's early spring, and the cool breeze is blowing gently, which really has Tao Yuanming's artistic conception of "the boat is swaying and the wind is fluttering". On the Seine, I saw Notre Dame de Paris. I don't know why, but I don't like Notre Dame at all. I'd rather stay in Jean-Paul Sartre's old house again and again. After I came to Paris, I became inexplicably sentimental and even a little uncontrollable. If someone throws me into the Sahara desert, I won't make ridiculous demands such as swimming and bathing-the environment restricts people. At home, I cling to everything, work hard and care about other people's faces. When I came to Paris, I had the right to control my emotions for the first time. Sadly, I really seem unable to control myself. On second thought, it's really hard. I feel too tired to live. When I came to Paris and came to an environment where I could fly freely, I especially wanted to enjoy my loneliness, so that I could finally "turn a deaf ear to things outside the window". In fact, I know that my loneliness comes from my emotions. What should I do when my mood is in a dilemma and my mood is half fresh and half dead? Walking in the street, my proud chest has been unable to stand up. Everyone in Paris is like a movie star, with such a good figure! Indeed, every girl in Paris has a pair of tall and long legs. I think my figure is ok. During my stay in Paris, I always felt that something was dragging me down.

Shopping in Paris is another reason why I miss Paris. Paris is a fashion capital, with not only famous brand stores and big department stores, but also small shops like Verdo, Baluoha Ma Wei Vayne Corridor. Shopping in Paris, I found that it seems that the clothes and shoes of any store here are so suitable for you. As long as you tell me your size and number, everything is as suitable as it is tailored for you. In Paris, I experienced an old saying: people are clothes and horses are saddles. When I put on Paris fashion, I feel really different, especially when I put on a short skirt and exquisite Paris boots, I am much younger and more confident.

In this way, the days in Paris passed like running water day by day, and I realized what comfort is.

I think it's a real pleasure to have lunch in Paris. Every noon, the restaurant in the hotel is always crowded with people, but it is far from crowded. Parisians eat very simply: a glass of red wine, a plate of vegetable salad, and finally a cake and other desserts. They ate for a long time, mainly chatting together. There is also a more pleasant and interesting place: the open-air lobby in the middle of the hotel, where many rare trees are planted, where you can have a simple but comfortable lunch. I think: since I have come to France, I must know how the French live. I often choose a very French hotel for dinner. There are not many Asians there, and the waiters are very polite to me. I really want them to know that I'm from China.

Slowly, my heart recovered day by day in Paris. Coming to the shabby old window of Jean-Paul Sartre's former residence, I seem to understand why Beauvoir's love is so independent, "existence precedes essence", and people create their own essence through choice. I made a sober cleaning of my feelings, and I seem to have found a key to the light on the road under Sartre's window. So I began to get used to Paris.

Even if Paris has got used to me, the day when I go back to work is getting closer and closer. It is said that Paris is a city specially built for women. Here, women can realize how human beings care about and love you. A friend in Paris suggested that I go to a beauty salon and feel the tenderest hand in the world. My heart began to itch. In China, I seldom go to beauty salons, but at present, I am very interested, and I especially hope to ask a French barber to cut my hair short.

We came to Jacques de Sanger beauty salon. This is the most famous beauty salon in Paris. This store has its own cosmetics brand and enjoys an international reputation. This beauty salon has a large storefront and beautiful decoration. We went early that day, but many customers were already waiting for coffee. My French friend who accompanied me said that she had lived in this city for 20 years, but she never dared to go, mainly because it was too expensive. All the people who come here for beauty treatment are upper-class ladies or the richest professional women, stars, models and so on. I laugh at myself, don't want to join this decent team? But my friends advised me again and again, that's all, anyway, just this once, let's see how much it can cost!

A cup of fragrant coffee and a delicate chocolate were served on a small square plate. The waiter gave me three books with pictures and texts. Pictorial is as flat as new, which reminds me of some beauty shops in China. I will also show you a stack of pictorial, which is either curled or missing pages. It's too dirty for you to turn over.

Later, led by a girl, we came to a separate fitting room. Obviously, they also regard me as a rare foreigner and a distinguished guest. My French friend took the opportunity to move out of that set and introduced me as a famous hostess in China. The beautician who designed my image was a French man in his forties, who looked kind and generous. We discussed what kind of hairstyle to cut and what kind of skin care products to make, and a great and complicated beauty project began.

Beauty begins with my hand, and I extend my hand to the girl who specializes in hand maintenance. She shook my cold hand first, and then asked me in soft French, "Can I warm your hand first?" I understood what she meant and nodded. After that, she kept holding my hand with her own for ten minutes. At that moment, my heart began to melt and I was moved by her. All kinds of unnatural and uncomfortable these days come from the coldness of one's own mind. I came to France with mixed feelings. After coming to France, I was out of place. On the surface, it seems that orientals are biased and unfamiliar with Europeans. In fact, I closed myself up.

Nine people served by me this morning according to different procedures. At that moment, I really realized that you are the most important person in the world at this moment, and everyone is so enthusiastic and persistent about you. I am quiet and at the mercy of others. You have every reason to believe that they will make you beautiful. Unconsciously, I fell asleep there. No matter how long you sleep, they will always wait patiently for you to wake up naturally. They say that beauty must be done in a state of natural relaxation. A slight deviation from the wishes of customers will affect the purpose of beauty salons. Here, the customer is really God.

The man who designed my hair style is probably the A-corner figure in this beauty salon, and there are three girls who follow him as assistants. He liked me as soon as he saw me, and kept saying to my friend, "She is really an oriental beauty!" ""She is so beautiful! "In the face of the French gentleman's constant admiration, I can't help but think of my visit to Taiwan Province Province. When a reporter interviewed me and called me a "beauty", Cai Ming curled his lips and said solemnly, "Alas, the aesthetic difference between Taiwan Province Province and the mainland is too great. "So that the reporter asked her seriously, why is Miss Ni not a beauty in the Mainland? It is true that I am not a beauty, but the French gentleman did talk all morning. If Cai Ming wants to go there; It must be the same sentence again: Alas, the aesthetic differences between France and China are too great! The barber cut my hair excitedly as he spoke. When everything is finished, it is already afternoon, which is too time-consuming. I thought it's okay. I don't have that much money to go to places like this often. To say the least, I have money but no time. When I told my girlfriend how I felt, she complained that I really couldn't be a woman.

When I was leaving, the French gentleman who liked me gave me a lot of cosmetics and things to protect my hair. I thank you again and again. The money I gave away far exceeded the money I spent on beauty that day. I told Su Xiaoming sadly that he later moved to France. Her eyes widened: "Is that so? The French are the most stingy! " She looked at a pile of cosmetics labeled Jacques de Sanger and solemnly told me, "This is very expensive in France."

Walking out of the beauty salon, I was very relaxed. Not only was my hair cut short, but my heart was a lump of ice when I came in, and it was completely melted by warmth when I came out. I can't forget the beauty salon that really made me beautiful.

In Paris, I experienced the happiness of consumption for the first time in my life. Because I have foreign currency in my hand, I am fully prepared at home: I must be generous once. Therefore, it is very happy to pay money abroad in Paris, which makes the accompanying French envious. She always said that China people are different from the past, and China is rich and strong.

I have never been so generous to myself in my life, but I really feel a feeling I have never felt before. I think everyone should live within his means. In China, I am the kind of woman who is good at financial management and well-planned. I budget all kinds of daily things at home and all kinds of personnel consumption very neatly, and there is absolutely no danger of having a rest. But this kind of life is too dull and tired, and I am deeply influenced by my grandmother's "I can't afford to wear or eat, and I don't expect to be poor". I resisted and spent all my money with me.

I really want to leave Paris, but I can't bear it. I like the weather in Paris, which is very similar to my hometown Qingdao. Sometimes it's rainy, sometimes it's sunny, the wind is soft and the night is soft. Especially those slightly inclined ancient roads, cobblestone pavements and the bright lights of Saint-Le-Saint-Ji Ye Church on Saint-Denis Street in Paris give people a nostalgic feeling.

I want to say: I left this attachment in Paris.

I don't want to say: there are many things I don't like in Paris, and I feel bad, but who makes me a pure Shandong girl?

It's 8 o'clock. It's this

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