The coiled alleys, the delicate little squares, the exquisitely beautiful terraces, the charming dance halls and taverns, the sketch portrait painters scattered in the streets, *** all together make up the Montmartre district's unique artistic atmosphere.
The "798 Art Factory" in Dashanzi, Beijing, is also home to a large number of individual artists and designers, as well as creative and randomly colored graffiti on the walls, and has been a place I have visited many times. However, comparing with Montmartre, I realized that 798 is too restrictive and narrow, art is mostly locked indoors, framed in a fixed space in an art workshop, always obeying a specific theme; whereas the art in Montmartre is fluid and has no boundaries, it can be a wall, a painting, a sculpture, a piece of music, a coffee house on a street corner, a bright and cheerful hut on a corner. Finally, they are stirred and blended together to form a refreshing and approachable overall cultural atmosphere. Even if you don't know anything about Picasso or Dali's work, you'll find that "art" can be so close to you.
It has long been known that French men are the most romantic and affectionate men in the world, and I have also heard that Asian girls (especially Chinese and Japanese girls) are very popular in France. I've been in France for less than a month, and I've had a couple of experiences with strange men in the subway or on the street who have never met me before and invited me to go for a cup of coffee. Before more will refuse, and then accepted once, and a 10 years ago read the earliest MBA in Paris is now engaged in the Internet tourism industry of men happily chatted for an hour, and actually found that a small period of time in the day is not so busy to get to know some interesting people, listen to them talk about France, but also talk about China, and they say, it is not a kind of enjoyable enjoyment. I'm not sure if I've ever seen a French man who's so passionate and open, but I've seen him in Montmartre," he said.
Just on the side of the Sacré-Coeur church leading to the back of the church on this paved brick path, I was attentively from all angles to the church to take pictures, suddenly a 30-40 years old, holding a clip of the middle-aged man over me, full of smiles, asked me: "Are you Miss Japan or Miss Korean?" (Are you Miss Japan or Miss Korea?), my face is not a "typical" Chinese face is treated as Japanese or Korean more, I do not feel surprised, politely told him "I'm Miss China (I'm Chinese) I'm Miss China", I told him politely, "I'm Miss China. "Oh,Miss China?Where are you from?You know,you have very nice features,i like your face.I'm an artist" (Oh,you are Chinese ah? Where are you from? You know,you have very nice features,i like your face.I'm an artist"(Oh you are Chinese ah? Where are you from? You know,you have very nice features,i like your face.I'm an artist"(Oh you are Chinese ah? Where are you from?),I'm an artist"(You know,you have very nice features,i like your face.I'm an artist")Saying that,the artist started to draw me with a charcoal pencil in his clip,which made me shocked,looking around,and realize that there are many street sketch painters who are at this age or older than him,who are accosting tourists to draw them,and I hurriedly told him" Thank you, but i don't think i need a painting." "How much do you charge? How much do you charge?) "Come on,don't talk about money,i like your futures"(Oh,don't talk about money,i like your facial features). With that, he called me across the street and looked like he was seriously going to paint me, leaving me baffled. Sure enough, before I could make two strokes, the artist lifted up the board underneath the paper and pointed to the 50E price on it, then told me that he normally charges 50Euro, but since I'm a student, he'd give me half-price and only charge me 25Euro. Before I had a chance to say NO, he dropped the price to 20 euros, looked at me like I was going to leave, and finally asked me how much I could pay. I told him I only had the money for the tickets, and he finally realized it was hopeless, so he smiled at me regretfully and let me get on with my photography.
The church of the Sacré-Coeur is a good view of the end of the path to Montmartre, I am attentively enjoying the street on both sides of the sale of a variety of art albums, but with the artist just met again, the artist's eyes bright immediately recognized me, I smiled kindly at him to prepare to continue my investigation, I did not think that he warmly came to "Hey, Miss Tokyo. .Listen, this time it's completely free, i won't charge you any money. i'm just an artist, i said i like your futures" (Hey, Miss Tokyo (see, again, I was mistaken) Listen, this time it's completely free, I'm just an artist, I said i like your futures" (Hey, Miss Tokyo (see, again, I was mistaken) Listen, this time it's completely free, I won't charge you any money. This time it's totally free, I don't charge you any money. i'm just an artist, i said i like your futures" (Hey Ms. Tokyo (see, I'm mistaken again) listen, this time it's totally free, I don't charge you any money. i'm just an artist, i said i like your futures" (Hey Ms. Tokyo (see, I'm mistaken again) listen. With such a generous offer, I didn't know how to push it for a moment, how could it be that good? "I said it's completely free, stand this way a little" (I said it's completely free, please stand over a little) Finished, and began to clatter a few strokes on the manuscript paper began to draw, let me stand in the middle of the road, the whole puzzled. I thought I had already told him that I only had money for the ticket before, and now that I had bought the ticket, I should know that I had even less money, right? I'll see what he's going to do next. Sure enough, not two strokes, he said "Come on, let's move over there" (wait, let's go over there) are on the street side, I was not afraid, so I followed him to the corner of the corner of the cafe. Here already sat scattered tourists, and another middle-aged and a young French man, see me with him over, but not surprised, nodding warmly toward me, full of smiles, with a heavy accent in English asked me "How much does he charge you? Not waiting for me to answer, the artist himself said "It's for free, i don't charge her" (It's for free, I said I don't charge him), heard the two men laugh, and then joked with him in French about something else. I didn't understand, but I couldn't be too formal, so I watched their laughter and giggled along with them for a while, which I took as practicing my French listening skills. I thought the artist started to paint, but then he put his portfolio under the table, ordered me a cup of coffee, and announced, "My gallery is closed today". No way! This poor painter, it's just after 3pm, why don't he take advantage of the many tourists to go to the street to get some work, instead of inviting me to drink coffee? His two friends, but also how to sit in broad daylight like no one is sitting on the street chatting it? I still beat a small drum in my heart, but look at them smiling cheerfully not too bad, but also determined to enjoy this cup of coffee, into the rare life of an artist in Montmartre a time.
In fact, later and the painter and his two friends talk quite happy, middle-aged friends in Hong Kong registered a consulting company of their own, young friends are often run to Guangdong to buy goods to Paris to sell engaged in the so-called import and export trade, and the painter's own wife is the authentic Japanese, no wonder the Japanese are obsessed with. After drinking coffee, a group of artists also took the initiative for me to act as a free tour guide, introduced me to the main museums along the way, took me through the main neighborhoods of Montmartre, and then came to another slightly secluded coffee house on the Place des Petits Chateaux, looking for a table and chairs outside on the street, and then sat down, said that one more drink, and then go home. Ha, this can be too much out of my surprise, said the French people live a leisurely life, I did not expect an afternoon is so drink a cup of coffee and chat, walk a few steps, change the corner to continue to drink and then chat so spent. No, I still want to walk around the neighborhood, I declined their invitation. They did not force me to stay, told me that they will stay there for about 1 hour, let me remember to go back to them after shopping, said that if necessary, can continue to be a tour guide for me, and at the end of the mischievous wink at me. The first thing that I did was to ask for a free ride, and then I was told that I would not be able to get a free ride for the rest of my life, and that I would not be able to get a free ride for the rest of my life.
The Montmartre was a good walk and then back to the Sacré-Coeur church near the hesitation to keep his promise to go back and say goodbye to them, in the small cafe bar out of the door of the smoking Alain saw me, thought I was looking for someone to take a picture of me, and took the initiative to ask me, "You want me to take a picture of you? No, thank you." (Thank you, no) "Where are you from?" (Where are you from?) "China(中国)" "Oh,i've been to China for three times,i'm an architect(哦，中国我去过三次了，我是个建筑师)"""Oh,really?I also worked in the architecture field for I also worked in the architecture field for several years (是吗). I also worked in the architecture field for several years)""Oh,how nice!！Are you here for travelling?" (哦，太好了，你是在这里旅游吗)"" No,I'm studying here"(No,I'm studying here) "Why not come in for a coffee.I'm just here for a smoke.My name is Alain..." （My name is Alain..." (Why don't you come in for a coffee? I'm just here for a smoke. My name is Alain..."
Because of my special affection for architecture in previous years, meeting the architect in Paris was a bit of a "meeting an old friend in a new country" feeling, plus the architect turned his back and lifted his hand to point to Sacré-Coeur on the hill and talk to me about Byzantine architecture for a while, which immediately made me think more highly of him. Immediately let me more respect for him. The architect was so friendly, why don't we talk about architecture in the small coffee bar at the foot of the church? When I entered the coffee bar with the architect and asked for a cup of coffee, the architect stopped talking about architecture and instead talked to me about himself. He said he was 36 years old, single, living in Montmartre, usually very busy with his work, but this week he was on vacation, so he came to the coffee bar; he said he had studied architecture for 7 years and design for 3 years, and now he was mainly doing design, and was involved in projects in China; he said he just went out to have a smoke, but he didn't expect to run into me, and that he was very glad to meet me, and that he liked my smile, and hoped that I could give him more time to get to know him slowly in the future; he also said that he could talk to him at night, if I didn't mind. Do not mind, the evening can go with him to meet a couple of his friends *** into the dinner, really can not, I hope I can come back to the bar the next evening, after dinner he took me from the Sacré-Coeur church to see the most fascinating night view of Paris and then talk about the building. No way? This, this is too direct, isn't it? French men don't need to know when they meet someone they like?
The architect had to get up and leave because it was time for the dinner he had agreed to with his friend, and he also insisted on taking me with him to the metro. I wanted to see Paris at dusk in the neighborhood again, but he insisted that I come over the next day to show me a good time talking about architecture. He apologized all the way, saying he didn't know he'd run into me today or he wouldn't have arranged the dinner with his friend (as if we've known each other for a long time and just happened to run into each other today?). He said he had a great time with me and asked me to give him more time in the future. Listening to him a person wishful self-reporting, into the role, or not first promised to leave with him certainly still have to continue to plead; think of just being my pigeon artist friend, to see me on the road will certainly take a knife to cut me, I was made to the left and right is not a person, and even suicidal heart have, really want to run away from the people. The company's website is a great source of information about the company's products and services, and the company's website is a great source of information about the company.
While interested in the night view of Paris from the heights of the Sacré-Coeur church and listening to the architect talk about architecture, but when I think of the architect that look anxious "to get married" look, and shudder, needless to say, certainly that night on the text message to the next day's date was canceled. Architects do not die, until today a week has passed, but also from time to time to send a text message to send care, let me choose a suitable time to meet again. It's not so bad, is it?
I have always thought that in Paris to speak and act simple and low-key, never go out at night to socialize, and never take the initiative to find someone to talk to, completely back to the student years of the most pristine side, I did not think that the same afternoon in the same place have encountered two sets of men's enthusiasm invited, surprised, but also more on the French men's enthusiasm for openness have a more comprehensive and profound understanding: found that as long as you grow a pair of Asians are typical of a small man, as long as you grow a pair of Asian very The first is that if you have a face that looks very oriental, if you are walking alone without a man beside you, as long as you answer the first sentence that comes to you, you are likely to fall into the sugar-coated shells of the French men in the next.
It doesn't really matter whether it's good or bad, it's very likely that he's just very serious about finding a gentle Asian wife (which is the common perception of French men towards Oriental women, many of whom are not very family oriented), and it's more likely that he's just looking to have one more encounter with a young Oriental girl in his life, depending on what you expect to get out of it.
Both are not what I expect to get now, so I'm gradually learning to soldier on, it's really hard to resist, I'll ask you for a cup of coffee, accompany you to chat for a while; you introduce me to your culture, I also spread to you my culture; as for the back will continue, we text message again contact it. I just found a new contradiction: on the one hand, everyone advises you to get to know more locals and integrate into the local life, and encourages you to get to know more people with different backgrounds; on the other hand, you find that the first one to extend the green olive branch of friendship to you is definitely the most romantic and affectionate French man in the region. What do you think?