im still overseas and will be back on 18 nov.
then ill fly off on 19 nov to somewhere else.
im feeling very disillusioned where i am.
its a beautiful city. old, with lots of nice buildings.
everything is very expensive.
there are rich people, there are the normal working people as well.
yet there are so many homeless around.
middle eastern homeless, local homeless as well.
and the homeless really litter the streets. as in they are everywhere. some old, young, with kids, whatever. its a sad sight.
and they have on their cardboards
"please give me some coins for food"
and everything is so expensive.
and one of the days. it rained. and i was cold and miserable with my wife. and we couldnt wait to get back to the hotel. and i see the old women and children sitting by the road side and i know they have no shelter to go to. they will continue to be cold and miserable for god knows how long.
and yet i know that there is food and clothing easily available in the dumpsters.
i see a country of excess and also of poverty.
so beautiful yet so ugly.
people wearing nice clothes and people wearing rags.
im happy to be here to see everything. its somewhere i always wanted to go. but im also sad when i see what i see.
im in Paris
and im not feeling the love that people are talking about.
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then ill fly off on 19 nov to somewhere else.
im feeling very disillusioned where i am.
its a beautiful city. old, with lots of nice buildings.
everything is very expensive.
there are rich people, there are the normal working people as well.
yet there are so many homeless around.
middle eastern homeless, local homeless as well.
and the homeless really litter the streets. as in they are everywhere. some old, young, with kids, whatever. its a sad sight.
and they have on their cardboards
"please give me some coins for food"
and everything is so expensive.
and one of the days. it rained. and i was cold and miserable with my wife. and we couldnt wait to get back to the hotel. and i see the old women and children sitting by the road side and i know they have no shelter to go to. they will continue to be cold and miserable for god knows how long.
and yet i know that there is food and clothing easily available in the dumpsters.
i see a country of excess and also of poverty.
so beautiful yet so ugly.
people wearing nice clothes and people wearing rags.
im happy to be here to see everything. its somewhere i always wanted to go. but im also sad when i see what i see.
im in Paris
and im not feeling the love that people are talking about.
<<PREVIOUS POST // NEXT POST>>
Did you like this post? If so, could you "blanjah" me 1/4 cup of my morning coffee pls.
Many thanks for continuing to come to this blog to read my posts.
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