Day 29 of 30: Bloody bike gang.

Today I got a bit of the real Parisian experience. Having run out of some meds, I made my way to the local clinic. The receptionist did not speak a lick of English but poor thing did her best to help. We sign language or way throw the registration process and only 22 euros later, I was all paid up and waiting for a visit with the doc. It took about an hour and a half which is not so terrible considering I was a walk in. The Doctor popped in and out of the waiting room, all smiles and encouraging the crowd that their turns would soon approach.

In the waiting room were a couple of mothers alone with their young children. The interesting part was that when the children would misbehave, strange men in the room would reprimand them and no one found this odd. Likewise when the mothers would go away to get time updates or went for bathroom visits, they would leave the children alone in the waiting room and strangers would watch over them and lull them when the wept from their mothers being gone too long. It was a real village to raise a child experience which I had never witnessed before. This is just a small isolated observation but it makes me wonder if this is the norm.

I made plans with Camilla, the awesome LA gal I met at Candelaria a week or so ago. She invited me over to her place for a little pre-party drink. Her place was absolutely gorgeous. The décor and taste reminded me of home. We got all caught up and head to Hotel Amor to meet up with some peops. We did a little Camilla and Maris group melding session. We each produced 5 peops to join us.  Many laughs, drinks and tales later we head off to hit a night club. All 12 wonderful peops in tow, we head to Chez Moune. We had wondered a bit in an effort to find some other cool spots but from what I’ve been told, all the best places close in August.

It was an awesome night with super cool people. Lots of dancing, jokes, and chats. Not sure exactly how it all came about but I ended up with a bloody leg and a wicked scratch from being in a bicycle gang at 6am. That’s when you know you’ve had a good time.