Nice-police
Before I forget I need to tell you something truly upsetting! The other day, Matilda and I experienced the non-punctuaity of French public transport. We had decided to go to Cannes, which takes about forty minutes by train. At nine thirty in the evening we met up with the others to watch them bowl. Matilda and I bought a Desperados Red each and talked to the people who's turn it currently wasn't. We had to say good bye to Angelina! That was very sad! Somehow the people you start the journey with, are the ones you want to have b your side all the way. Besides, Angelina is special. You can not get bored with that girl! But she invited me to Moscow so I will stick her to it :)
We got to the train station at about eleven o'clock and saw that the first train to Cannes would go at twelve twenty! Bugger! We decided to go and buy a drink while waiting and I also bought a cheese burger from Isla Burger. The girl who sold it to me was so rude! Probably because Matilda and I looked like some kind of fashion creatures who had just stepped right out of a haute couture magazine and still didn't understand how Platet Earth works, for example that fancy looking princesses are not welcome in the ghetto. At least she didn't poison me. The drink-buying was a little easier - Mojito!
We returned to the train station in time and were really excited about the coming trip, but that excitation soon began to withdraw when they announced that the train was twenty minutes late, then fourty... And finally cancelled. I was so frustrated! And tired, weirdly enough. I just wanted to go home and get a good night's sleep. But here's the thing (and please make a mental note about it if you're ever planning on going to Nice) - the worst time ever to walk alone in the streets is between one and two o'clock in the morning. I honestly prefer a little walk at four or ever five o'clock!
We caught sight of a police car standing closeby and I thought about asking the officers for a ride home. But Matilda and I soon started to suspect that they maybe maybe maybe weren't real police officers. They all looked like the perfect bachelorette party strippers! And when I asked them it they knew if there was a bus or anything they said "Vous êtes jolie, bien sûr, mais nous ne pouvons pas vous aider" which means "Sure you're cute, but we can't help you". That got me speechless, so speeeeeechleeeeess. Obviously the police here are too busy looking sexy while chilling in front of the lokal kebab restaurant!
What's even funnier is that Matilda saw an ambulance car with four as sexy guys in it with a sign saying "grève" which means that they were on a strike (work refusal?). That's something that is always going on in France! The curious thing about these guys was that they had turned on the sirens on full force and were just gliding around in the ambulance car checking out chicks. France...
We got to the train station at about eleven o'clock and saw that the first train to Cannes would go at twelve twenty! Bugger! We decided to go and buy a drink while waiting and I also bought a cheese burger from Isla Burger. The girl who sold it to me was so rude! Probably because Matilda and I looked like some kind of fashion creatures who had just stepped right out of a haute couture magazine and still didn't understand how Platet Earth works, for example that fancy looking princesses are not welcome in the ghetto. At least she didn't poison me. The drink-buying was a little easier - Mojito!
We returned to the train station in time and were really excited about the coming trip, but that excitation soon began to withdraw when they announced that the train was twenty minutes late, then fourty... And finally cancelled. I was so frustrated! And tired, weirdly enough. I just wanted to go home and get a good night's sleep. But here's the thing (and please make a mental note about it if you're ever planning on going to Nice) - the worst time ever to walk alone in the streets is between one and two o'clock in the morning. I honestly prefer a little walk at four or ever five o'clock!
We caught sight of a police car standing closeby and I thought about asking the officers for a ride home. But Matilda and I soon started to suspect that they maybe maybe maybe weren't real police officers. They all looked like the perfect bachelorette party strippers! And when I asked them it they knew if there was a bus or anything they said "Vous êtes jolie, bien sûr, mais nous ne pouvons pas vous aider" which means "Sure you're cute, but we can't help you". That got me speechless, so speeeeeechleeeeess. Obviously the police here are too busy looking sexy while chilling in front of the lokal kebab restaurant!
What's even funnier is that Matilda saw an ambulance car with four as sexy guys in it with a sign saying "grève" which means that they were on a strike (work refusal?). That's something that is always going on in France! The curious thing about these guys was that they had turned on the sirens on full force and were just gliding around in the ambulance car checking out chicks. France...
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