So here we are again… I’m in Jamaica now and still get the question: So how was France?! Depending on my mood I end up bursting into French just to keep the memory of the language alive. Of course this just gets me awestruck and/or confused looks from people who don’t understand a word but still think it sounds cool. It’s pretty fun!
I just wanted to reflect on my time living in the area referred to as Place d’Italie in the 13th quarter? (arrondissement). It was affectionately called Place d’It. On a day like this (Saturday) if I ventured out to the mall down the road I’d probably be greeted by the sound of techno music coming from a shopping cart parked outside the mall. There was always this one guy who tried to sell cds in front of Italie 2 (the mall). That section of concrete just near the round a bout was usually filled with activities of some sort: music, people, blood drives, a random lady break dancing… lol. I loved living there cause I’d describe it as a middle class or working class neighbourhood. I was happy I wasn’t in too rich of a neighbourhood where the stores were more expensive and the culture a little different. Place d’It was just my speed.