Vichy: La Belle Epoque
So last Sunday I took a one-day trip to Vichy together with two of my mates at ESC, H. and J. One of the few occasions when I felt as a tourist in France, a place where I seem to have come just to pass GMAT exams that take me nowhere and trips to the UK for the silliest reasons ever.
Anyway. Got in the car at 14.00. Listened to the blasting car radio and took in the French landscape. Got out of the car in Vichy, after H. parked on Avenue des Thermes. Sighed at the sight of the Belle Epoque houses,
cursed on realising I would never live in one, put my glasses on, and started strutting towards centre town. Got to the Hall des Sources and sampled… different Vichy water sources. Turned left to a sandwicherie for some baguettes and sandwiches, then back to the park for lunch.
Took some maps from l’Office de Tourisme, went to the Opera, important stop for all tourists wanting to get a sense of what the history and culture of Vichy are about. Last week they were about the International Scrabble Festival. Bummer, bummer, bummer! My only chance to see the place and the main salles were blocked by retired people playing scrabble. Well, we met S. and her friend and took some People style
pictures.
Continued down the street, saw the Mairie, the Communaute d’Agglomerations, too bad we could not meet our prof, went to Les 4 Chemins, didn’t buy anything, by the way, changed direction towards L’Allier (the river flowing through Vichy), grabbed a Coke, a strawberry shake respectively, and strolled a bit down the embankment. Then back to the car, drove out of Vichy, stopped at the gas station pour mettre de l’essence, admired the turnsole fields, listened to the radio, became obsessed with Chris Brown’s tune, found out from the radio presenter that Madonna was going to perform in Paris this July and that Angie and Brad had moved to the south of France. Reached Clermont, H. parked the car and promised she would see it again in a month’s time, J. went home for a nap and I went to school to check my mail.
Fin.
De ce nu se vede nimic de nimic (rien de rien) sub titlul cel atractios?
P.S. Cu poza nu se poate face nemica. Asa ca, vrei sau nu, io voiu vizita acest blog zilnic sau macar regulat, asa ca o sa-ti tot scriu, daca-mi vine, bine? Nu trebe sa-mi raspunzi, de n-ai chef. Nu iau totul personal, sper ca oamenii au o viata in afara blogosferei.
Ioi, esti cumva dintre acele personagii care se “ataca” daca nu primesc raspuns intr-un sfert de ora? Desolee, mais j’avais cours. Sub acel titlu atractios nu se vede nimic, pentru ca inca nu am scris textul… este pe post de teaser
. Am o saptamana “de merde”, deci o sa adaug pe vineri-joi. Intre timp, ne putem conversa asa, off topic. 
Nu, Irina, DIN CONTRA. Asta iti si spusesem; ca, din cauza pozei o sa intru-n casa ta una-doua si poate o sa scriu mai mult decit poti tu sa tzii pasu’ cu. Si ca nu conteaza daca nu-mi raspunzi. Dar vad ca, desi am incercat sa previn malentendu-ul, el s-a si produs, ca tu ai citit in alta cheie decit era in intentia autorului.
Bine. Teaser. Am inteles.
Make yourself at home, Vera.