"It's wonderful, my baby, it's wonderful ..."
Italians - they and the Italians in Africa. Well, at least, already in Switzerland - one hundred percent. Here is a cool fact. McDonald's Suisse sly already set my program from the French and German parts of the country. Now it has come up to the canton of Ticino. That's just called pepper named Vlad (own). This is a guy from tech support, he now puts the software in two restaurants in Lugano. He set my update, all said nishtyak. Only you can, says, "I will translate the final line (" Please ask the customer to sign the receipt ") on the Italian? "And that no one here in English does not understand." English was chosen because both the French, and in German "parts" with no problems. But with the Italian again missed. And what Garibaldi Ticino to the "boots" are not cleaned at one time? It would have looked integrally.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
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Будни и праздники. Часть 2, длинная. It's everything I love! (Paris)
our initial idea was to LA to watch the parade on the day of the main French national holiday. However, having familiarized with the program implementation, We understand that arriving at CDG on a Saturday morning at 8:30, we hardly have time for the parade, the start of which was announced at 9 o'clock. Well, no so no, we decided. Proshvyrnemsya just so to memorable places.
If the Munich airport, I already learned something in Aéroport Charles de Gaulle pokolesit we had to find transportation to the city. Certainly, we're somewhere just missed the right arrow. And in the end, instead of RER we boarded the shuttle, which is not even drove us to the Etoile, because in the middle of the morning everything was closed. Dotopali to av. Grande Armée, lunched at a cafe near the Arc de Triomphe and became, along with all the wait. Of Defense in the direction of the Champs Elysees are about to were to fly airplanes. Hence, we had the same time.
And so it began:
Then there was about 10 air-hits. " If I have cars differing only in color, the aircraft - on their roar. Some flashed very quickly and with roar, so that the earth shook, and I was even scared became (and suddenly here he is right now on we will throw a bomb! "). Others were flying low and was almost inaudible.
When all the fighters and bombers flew, the crowd rushed into the adjoining streets, around the Arch. At all converging to the Place de Charles de Gaulle and the Champs-Elysees street was a military vehicle, which later participated in the parade. Unfortunately, get closer to what is going on Eliseysih fields, we could not, so here is one of the few photographs depicting elements of the military arsenal of the French Republic:
People were myriad. People were sitting on the roofs, fences and stood in the windows of the ground floor:
probably right those who say that it is necessary to watch the parade on TV at home: all the same damn thing to be seen. We had to push through the masses and avoid entire neighborhoods, because just like the crossroads along the Champs-Elysees was not to go. The sun broke up in earnest, and scorching, contrary to Projections of Russian and American satellites. And I was still thinking, not whether to take me on the road with a light jacket in case of rain!
Prodirayas through the crowd guests, one of the side streets we stumbled upon one of the offices of my company. Maybe even the headquarters, I had never remember our Paris address. It was fun:
In the end we went to the Seine near the bridge of Alexander III, passed along the embankment to Pont Royal, went upstairs, past the Tuileries Gardens, came to the rue de Rivoli, on which both went in the direction of the hotel.
Our hotel is located in the Marais, not far from Paris, Hôtel de Ville:
It was at Paris City Hall until September 8 this year is Exhibition "Dalida, une vie ...", which is certainly worth a visit:
Unfortunately, the exhibition is closed on Sundays and public holidays, but this is another reason to come here again.
Refreshed and dressed, we went for a walk. Immediately on leaving the hotel I stopped by one guy. He said something, but out of all this I just flow vytsepil "Mylene Farmer" and "Madonna".
- sorry - I said - I do not really ... fluent in French.
- Ah .. English?
- Normal
- I just wanted to know there are no where near the music shops, wherever ...
- ... where you could find rarities Mylène Farmer and Madonna?
- Exactly!
- Unfortunately, I do not know, I just came ...
- I also just came ... - A young man waved his hand, turned and went on his way.
dine on the area around rue de la Verrerie. The heat was still hellish. After dinner, went to do a photo session at the nearby exposed samples of military equipment.
I offered to LA to photograph him with the military, but he resisted, partly out of modesty, partly from what the military en face were somehow not so. Photo shoot continued already in the Centre of Contemporary Art:
Here it is circled in red in the previous photo, a young man with a fan:
In the cinema behind the Pompidou Centre saw a poster for the notorious film.
I thought that such films can only be at home watching. "You forget, in what area you are", he told me LA, "here, and not as a movie show." Well, in Italy, this film is exactly the screens will never leave.
Then we drove to Montmartre, to find the house of Delilah. In the metro hooked typical of Russian aunts. Taken ill-concealed camera:
House Dalida found pretty quickly:
wanted to get another cemetery, but it was closed. Rose "in youth" up to the Sacre Coeur, sat there on the grass, admire the views of the city from a height. Dine in the restaurant was originally going far from home Dalida, in which she loved to visit and in which, according to the descriptions, full of all sorts of rarities associated with it in her memory. But through the window we have not seen any rarities. And our menu not inspired. Therefore, we went down a bit and found a nice restaurant on the rue Yvonne-le-Tac. Very nice and courteous hosts, and ate badsome. Generally, of course, next time have yet to approach this case (walks, places, restaurants) more responsibly: need someone to advise where the best, etc.
evening went was to study the Marais. LA wrote a few addresses (in the hotel lobby was free Wi-Fi). Knowing that in Italy before 22:00 in places of military glory "nothing to do, We do not rush out only eleven. To our surprise, everything has already been culled. Seats neither inside nor outside tables were not, and stand just a beer на улице как-то не катило. Да и к барной стойке надо еще было пробраться. Вот еще и по этой причине нужен знающий человек... В итоге тяпнули по коктейлю в одной брассри and went into the rag.
On Sunday the whole day riding on OperTure. Swept the three lines. Most of all I liked the yellow (in Montmartre) and orange (The Latin Quarter). Because the center of something to me and LA have all long ago and not once told me. Then lunch in the quarter of Saint-Michel and Saint Germain's onion soup calf utyachim fillet, washed down with cider. Ibid made and the following fotogafii. I just saw the news on the eve of a report about it, I realized innovation. Velib - A bicycle. You take a large pay a special (user) card (contactless, such as PayPass), or ATM, you go where it is necessary, and then find the same parking lot, where leave is great. Attached great some crafty magnets. And if you need to leave the bike somewhere a while on the road, then up to him and chain attached.
So the next time we will use these new means of transportation.
All images (c) 2007 LA
our initial idea was to LA to watch the parade on the day of the main French national holiday. However, having familiarized with the program implementation, We understand that arriving at CDG on a Saturday morning at 8:30, we hardly have time for the parade, the start of which was announced at 9 o'clock. Well, no so no, we decided. Proshvyrnemsya just so to memorable places.
If the Munich airport, I already learned something in Aéroport Charles de Gaulle pokolesit we had to find transportation to the city. Certainly, we're somewhere just missed the right arrow. And in the end, instead of RER we boarded the shuttle, which is not even drove us to the Etoile, because in the middle of the morning everything was closed. Dotopali to av. Grande Armée, lunched at a cafe near the Arc de Triomphe and became, along with all the wait. Of Defense in the direction of the Champs Elysees are about to were to fly airplanes. Hence, we had the same time.
And so it began:
Then there was about 10 air-hits. " If I have cars differing only in color, the aircraft - on their roar. Some flashed very quickly and with roar, so that the earth shook, and I was even scared became (and suddenly here he is right now on we will throw a bomb! "). Others were flying low and was almost inaudible.
When all the fighters and bombers flew, the crowd rushed into the adjoining streets, around the Arch. At all converging to the Place de Charles de Gaulle and the Champs-Elysees street was a military vehicle, which later participated in the parade. Unfortunately, get closer to what is going on Eliseysih fields, we could not, so here is one of the few photographs depicting elements of the military arsenal of the French Republic:
People were myriad. People were sitting on the roofs, fences and stood in the windows of the ground floor:
probably right those who say that it is necessary to watch the parade on TV at home: all the same damn thing to be seen. We had to push through the masses and avoid entire neighborhoods, because just like the crossroads along the Champs-Elysees was not to go. The sun broke up in earnest, and scorching, contrary to Projections of Russian and American satellites. And I was still thinking, not whether to take me on the road with a light jacket in case of rain!
Prodirayas through the crowd guests, one of the side streets we stumbled upon one of the offices of my company. Maybe even the headquarters, I had never remember our Paris address. It was fun:
In the end we went to the Seine near the bridge of Alexander III, passed along the embankment to Pont Royal, went upstairs, past the Tuileries Gardens, came to the rue de Rivoli, on which both went in the direction of the hotel.
Our hotel is located in the Marais, not far from Paris, Hôtel de Ville:
It was at Paris City Hall until September 8 this year is Exhibition "Dalida, une vie ...", which is certainly worth a visit:
Unfortunately, the exhibition is closed on Sundays and public holidays, but this is another reason to come here again.
Refreshed and dressed, we went for a walk. Immediately on leaving the hotel I stopped by one guy. He said something, but out of all this I just flow vytsepil "Mylene Farmer" and "Madonna".
- sorry - I said - I do not really ... fluent in French.
- Ah .. English?
- Normal
- I just wanted to know there are no where near the music shops, wherever ...
- ... where you could find rarities Mylène Farmer and Madonna?
- Exactly!
- Unfortunately, I do not know, I just came ...
- I also just came ... - A young man waved his hand, turned and went on his way.
dine on the area around rue de la Verrerie. The heat was still hellish. After dinner, went to do a photo session at the nearby exposed samples of military equipment.
I offered to LA to photograph him with the military, but he resisted, partly out of modesty, partly from what the military en face were somehow not so. Photo shoot continued already in the Centre of Contemporary Art:
Here it is circled in red in the previous photo, a young man with a fan:
In the cinema behind the Pompidou Centre saw a poster for the notorious film.
I thought that such films can only be at home watching. "You forget, in what area you are", he told me LA, "here, and not as a movie show." Well, in Italy, this film is exactly the screens will never leave.
Then we drove to Montmartre, to find the house of Delilah. In the metro hooked typical of Russian aunts. Taken ill-concealed camera:
House Dalida found pretty quickly:
wanted to get another cemetery, but it was closed. Rose "in youth" up to the Sacre Coeur, sat there on the grass, admire the views of the city from a height. Dine in the restaurant was originally going far from home Dalida, in which she loved to visit and in which, according to the descriptions, full of all sorts of rarities associated with it in her memory. But through the window we have not seen any rarities. And our menu not inspired. Therefore, we went down a bit and found a nice restaurant on the rue Yvonne-le-Tac. Very nice and courteous hosts, and ate badsome. Generally, of course, next time have yet to approach this case (walks, places, restaurants) more responsibly: need someone to advise where the best, etc.
evening went was to study the Marais. LA wrote a few addresses (in the hotel lobby was free Wi-Fi). Knowing that in Italy before 22:00 in places of military glory "nothing to do, We do not rush out only eleven. To our surprise, everything has already been culled. Seats neither inside nor outside tables were not, and stand just a beer на улице как-то не катило. Да и к барной стойке надо еще было пробраться. Вот еще и по этой причине нужен знающий человек... В итоге тяпнули по коктейлю в одной брассри and went into the rag.
On Sunday the whole day riding on OperTure. Swept the three lines. Most of all I liked the yellow (in Montmartre) and orange (The Latin Quarter). Because the center of something to me and LA have all long ago and not once told me. Then lunch in the quarter of Saint-Michel and Saint Germain's onion soup calf utyachim fillet, washed down with cider. Ibid made and the following fotogafii. I just saw the news on the eve of a report about it, I realized innovation. Velib - A bicycle. You take a large pay a special (user) card (contactless, such as PayPass), or ATM, you go where it is necessary, and then find the same parking lot, where leave is great. Attached great some crafty magnets. And if you need to leave the bike somewhere a while on the road, then up to him and chain attached.
So the next time we will use these new means of transportation.
All images (c) 2007 LA
Patches Of Scabs On Scalp
days and holidays. Part 1, short. Ich liebe es! (München)
I never yet so many did not fly for one week. On Tuesday evening, flew to Munich on Friday evening came, and on Saturday morning, again on the plane: Weekend in Paris.
in Munich have launched the first and only restaurant to our program receive a payment of ATM / credit cards. On the first day found blocking error, rollback everything back, and I had almost until midnight to look for its cause. Found and corrected, but had to stay one day longer to control the process. On the other hand went in the kitchen, on the most mysterious, frightening McDonald's kitchen. All the stories about poor sanitation and pro-bastards teenagers - Complete nonsense. Such food is, of course, does not become more attractive to me from this, but still less than one stereotype.
evening after a delivery driver walked search for cigarettes. Found in the district a few machines. But they only accept coins or bank cards. But do not credit. No special "tobacco" or German E-Cash Card - Geld Karte. And I have even such test has never been. Left without cigarettes.
Still, Germans and French are much further advanced in the use of electronic means of payment. In comparison with the Italians, I mean. Any nonsense in a bar card can pay for it. And in France in bars and restaurants even pinpedy vayfaynye. But France - that's another story ...
I never yet so many did not fly for one week. On Tuesday evening, flew to Munich on Friday evening came, and on Saturday morning, again on the plane: Weekend in Paris.
in Munich have launched the first and only restaurant to our program receive a payment of ATM / credit cards. On the first day found blocking error, rollback everything back, and I had almost until midnight to look for its cause. Found and corrected, but had to stay one day longer to control the process. On the other hand went in the kitchen, on the most mysterious, frightening McDonald's kitchen. All the stories about poor sanitation and pro-bastards teenagers - Complete nonsense. Such food is, of course, does not become more attractive to me from this, but still less than one stereotype.
evening after a delivery driver walked search for cigarettes. Found in the district a few machines. But they only accept coins or bank cards. But do not credit. No special "tobacco" or German E-Cash Card - Geld Karte. And I have even such test has never been. Left without cigarettes.
Still, Germans and French are much further advanced in the use of electronic means of payment. In comparison with the Italians, I mean. Any nonsense in a bar card can pay for it. And in France in bars and restaurants even pinpedy vayfaynye. But France - that's another story ...
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