Day 8 - 9/22/2012
I sleep late. Today I am going to the flea market, Le Marché aux Puces de la Porte de Vanves. It is on the west end of the Cité Internationale Universitaire de Paris. I am looking for postcards and souvenirs, also old fishing equipment. The place is amazing, row after row of antiques and old clothes. I spend a couple of hours browsing but find nothing that grabs me. As I am leaving, I see a man carrying a fly fishing pole and wonder where he found it. I swear I saw nothing resembling fishing equipment.
Afterwards, I travel back to the shops around the Center Pompidou to buy new postcards. I meander north. There is amazing street art in a little alley.
I eventually arrive at the Gare l'Est train station. I attempt to use a public toilet in a small square and get screamed at by the machine. Apparently I am interrupting its cleaning cycle. There is another pigeon-cote. It is the second I have seen. A man sits beneath it and plays the accordion. The city is using them to control the population. They encourage the pigeons to move in, then workers shake all the eggs but one kill the young. The cotes cost 10,000 euros to build and 6,000 euros a year to maintain them.
I look at the map and see that I am very near the canal. I walk along the Rue des Récollets and the Jardin Villemin. It is cold and the canal is gloomy. I walk back to the train station and head home early. The train is very crowded. I stay up reading. Tomorrow I accomplish my goal of fishing in Paris.
Afterwards, I travel back to the shops around the Center Pompidou to buy new postcards. I meander north. There is amazing street art in a little alley.
I eventually arrive at the Gare l'Est train station. I attempt to use a public toilet in a small square and get screamed at by the machine. Apparently I am interrupting its cleaning cycle. There is another pigeon-cote. It is the second I have seen. A man sits beneath it and plays the accordion. The city is using them to control the population. They encourage the pigeons to move in, then workers shake all the eggs but one kill the young. The cotes cost 10,000 euros to build and 6,000 euros a year to maintain them.
I look at the map and see that I am very near the canal. I walk along the Rue des Récollets and the Jardin Villemin. It is cold and the canal is gloomy. I walk back to the train station and head home early. The train is very crowded. I stay up reading. Tomorrow I accomplish my goal of fishing in Paris.
Street Art
Street Art
