I had long reckoned Halloween to be a sort of special day in Paris. Well, it kind of was, but less far than I'd expected. I spent the evening with "Walking Sunday", a weekly organized walking-tour by Science Po, at Cimetière du Père-Lachaise. I thought the visit was really appropriate for the day - cemetery and Halloween, but turned out it wasn't exactly the best time to pay a visit since everyone probably thought the same as I did. I shall go back alone again, perhaps on a snowy morning of Sunday. It must be a more pleasant and spooky visit. I didn't get to see all those famous graves - be it Chopin, Marcel Proust, Jim Morrison, Edith Piaf, Oscar Wilde - along with many other famous dead. We ended up having some drinks nearby (the graveyard) and I decided to catch a metro back for dinner.
Soon came the night, I was on my supposedly Casper costume I got (from the night I snuck in in my host brother's room when he was away). I was quite satisfied, with the additions of fake nails and black goggles - I was all set ready to go! It wasn't long after when I decided to come back home. A good 'buddy' of mine with some other friends of us went to this party (organized by International Affairs Association of Sciences Po) at a pub called Cap Rouge (23 Rue Mouffetard) in the 5th arrondissement. The place was a rat hole; there wasn't at all space to move. The most disappointing was probably the vibe; very few made an effort to jazz themselves up for the night and the place was rather dull. Between waiting for other friends and attempting to make the decision on where we were heading to, I realized I might best catch the last train home. The plan of going to ShowCase - the supposedly biggest Halloween party in Paris - was perished. We bid each other goodnight. I was back on the train in my costume thinking how more demoniac the night could have turned out had I been in Bangkok.
4 essays due this month. I guess I should go to sleep now. Another day off to muscle tomorrow!
*On the way back, I supposed the girls ,too, didn't have their best Halloween...
Soon came the night, I was on my supposedly Casper costume I got (from the night I snuck in in my host brother's room when he was away). I was quite satisfied, with the additions of fake nails and black goggles - I was all set ready to go! It wasn't long after when I decided to come back home. A good 'buddy' of mine with some other friends of us went to this party (organized by International Affairs Association of Sciences Po) at a pub called Cap Rouge (23 Rue Mouffetard) in the 5th arrondissement. The place was a rat hole; there wasn't at all space to move. The most disappointing was probably the vibe; very few made an effort to jazz themselves up for the night and the place was rather dull. Between waiting for other friends and attempting to make the decision on where we were heading to, I realized I might best catch the last train home. The plan of going to ShowCase - the supposedly biggest Halloween party in Paris - was perished. We bid each other goodnight. I was back on the train in my costume thinking how more demoniac the night could have turned out had I been in Bangkok.
4 essays due this month. I guess I should go to sleep now. Another day off to muscle tomorrow!
*On the way back, I supposed the girls ,too, didn't have their best Halloween...
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