Started off the evening at our favorite spot Candelaria for some drinks and yummy eats. On Sundays you can eat at the bar, which is a big hit with the locals. There we met up with a couple of gals that work there. We had met them a few nights before and found them to be a super interesting duo. They told us about an outside party along the Seine that promised to have great DJ’s and be loads of fun. Into the cabby we go.
Being not that far, we were getting a bit antsy when 15 minutes later we had yet to arrive. Noticing that we were going at turtle speed, we politely tell the cabby that we are in a bit of a hurry. He promptly throws a fit and tells us to “Take the fucking Metro!” (direct translation) and then proceeds to drop us in the middle of the street. We quickly collect the funds for the fare and exit. As we are getting out he demands more money and says that the meter is wrong. We tell him he’s crazy and we are not paying a dime more. Three of us are out and he locks Camilla in the cab, holding her ransom for the funds. She makes her way out and he gets out of the cab, grabs my arm and starts yelling after us to give him more money. We shake loose and head to the curb. He finally speeds off.
Having heard but not seen the brawl, a couple of cute Venezuelan boys ask if we are alright. They too are heading to the party and offer up protection in the not so kind streets of Gard de Lyon. They may be strangers but they speak our language and we are not in the position to be picky. It’s late, dark and we are not in our hood.
They turn out to be super cool dudes! We hang out with them all night. The party rocks! The scene is full of people dancing, laughing and having a great time! The power goes out a couple times and the crowd roars and chants for the music to come back. All and all a great time! They even offer up snacks and decently priced drinks.
After a long while, Camilla and I decide that we are pooped and head out. It’s not until then, when the dancing has stopped, that we realize how absolutely freezing it is out. Thinking that with a party this size, there would be cabbies lined up outside, we head to the streets. Bad idea! We wonder about for 45 minutes in the deserted streets. . 45 minutes that felt like 6 hours. Cold, tired and nearly lost we curse Paris, France, everyone, the world! Cabby after cabby pulls over and asks our name. Apparently everyone else reserved one. Just as we were ready to throw ourselves in the street and play dead, a cabby appears. Our night in blinking green light armor! We must have thanked him a million times. My fingers even tingled as they regained warmth.
Ladies and Gentleman we’ve been to the end, dangled off the cliff and come back. A new lease on life.
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