Tagged: Paris

Sexism and How Capitalism Got us All

Hello here.

I have to say I am a bit mad. Okay, I’ll admit, I am so mad smoke is coming out of my nostrils. Peace off.

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Take two

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Défense d’afficher

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Leaves in Paris / Trees in São Paulo

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Boys will be boys

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Paris in September / Edmond’s paradise

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Donostia / Somewhere near Maroocrhidor

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Barcelona / Tel Aviv

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Cannes in May / Salvador in July

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Sorbonne / Samson

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On / Off

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Tel Aviv by night / Ipanema by day

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Leo, Sydney / Not Leo, near Athens

How not to spend a miserable time in Paris

I think the thought was born at Piazza San Marc in Venice, the conclusion of which was reached whilst considering a vomit puddle underneath that Christ Statue in Rio. Ten years passed between those two events and I had a lot of time to think about tourism. Mainly during atrocious activities and visits, pressed against a sweaty German, or during 14-hour-long flights, while listening to 134 crying babies from my 76Q seat (The one at the middle of the 15-seat row, next to the bathroom and the nuclear waste disposal).

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