Let's talk from the back to the front and talk about Paris that we have been to recently.

Because everyone was short of money, we returned the train tickets and booked cheap long-distance buses. The hotel is small and cheap, and because we are counted as EU residents, all museums are free, so the trip didn't cost much.

But this trip was not smooth, and it can be regarded as the most smooth and anticlimactic trip ever.

First of all, we missed the bus to Paris.

Arrive at the platform of Flixbus in time, only to find that there is a sign of platform transfer on it. We entered the address on the sign into the navigation in a panic, and rushed to the place on the sign before the departure time-it was an empty lane and the bus could not enter.

Obviously, the address on the sign is wrong.

Elizabeth, my traveling companion, made a quick decision and signed the next bus at 1 30 in the morning.

Late at night on the streets of The Hague, two girls don't know how to spend the rest of their time. Luckily, our friend Saina lives near that alley, so we ran downstairs and rang the doorbell.

In the middle of the night, it was a deafening doorbell unique to Holland, which must have startled her.

But the beautiful and kind Seine let us in without saying anything.

After grabbing Saina's sofa, I realized that the road I had just walked had three blisters on my feet. Because I want to wear French things to the fashion capital, I wear cheap slippers I bought a few days ago. These shoes and my feet are very poor, and I suffered a lot in the next few days.

Finally, at 12, Elizabeth and I set off again. Because no one wanted to walk these kilometers again, they simply took the train from HS station to The Hague Center. Fortunately, Saina told us that she saw Flixbus on the second floor of the station, and we finally found the right bus stop this time.

But because we missed the through train, the journey will take more than ten hours. We got off at 5 am in Brussels, Belgium, and sat at the train station after 7 am waiting for the bus to Paris.

This is not the first time for me to come to Brussels North Station. This is my first time to leave my destination in Holland. At that time, we arrived here in the middle of the night. Because we couldn't tell the difference between the train and the subway, we went around several times. In short, it was not a good memory.

There are few people in the lobby of the railway station, KFC and Starbucks are closed, homeless people are wandering around, and even the air is full of the same drunkenness as last time.

"How can KFC be called KFC if it is not 24 hours?" We sat shivering in the cold hall and complained to each other. I went to the only vending machine and bought a chocolate bar to satisfy my hunger. I tried it twice and found that the vending machine was broken. When she went out to see the car, she met a tramp who talked maliciously and came back and sat down disgruntled.

I asked her what happened.

"He asked me if I could speak English, and I pretended not to understand. Then he asked me if I could speak Dutch, and I wanted to say no, and I said nee ........................................................................................................................................................

"Nee" means "no" in Dutch.

I know I shouldn't laugh at this time, but I can't help it.

Finally, when the bus to Paris arrived, we were so sleepy that we fell asleep as soon as we got on the bus. The air conditioner in the car is frighteningly cold. We took out all our clothes and covered ourselves, but even though it was so cold, we were still too sleepy to wake up and slept in Paris.

The place to get off is in the tunnel. According to the itinerary, we should go to Monet's Orange Garden Art Museum next. I found the subway station, bought ten subway tickets, and sat directly at the door of Duleli Garden. The subway in France is very backward and there are no elevators. The door needs to be pushed open by itself, and some even need to open the underground iron gate by themselves. The station is also very dirty, and occasionally there are some unspeakable smells, which are a little better than Spain. There are broadcasts everywhere where tickets are bought, which are repeated in several languages to remind people to beware of pickpockets, including Chinese. It depends on how many pickpockets can broadcast it like this! It's interesting. There is a Japanese newspaper station on the subway, but there is no Chinese.

We were a little nervous when we first took the subway, because neither of us could speak French, and the pronunciation of French was far from that of several Germanic languages we knew. S and H were silent, and they couldn't understand without listening carefully, but then they gradually let go.

After getting off the bus, you can already see the Eiffel Tower. We first found a coffee shop, ordered two lattes, and then changed clothes and put on makeup. Elizabeth gave me her shoes and wore high heels. In the process, the clerk's little brother came over and gave a thumbs-up to Sally Bai, which made us laugh our heads off.

"The assistant brother may be shocked and have never seen such an operation," Elizabeth said with a smile. "Two dusty babies went in and two modern girls came out."

"Ha, ha, ha, this is not romantic. I'm afraid people will kick us out. Fortunately, they just think it's novel. " I'm still laughing.

At this time, it happened to be the time when we met in the orange garden.

The orange garden is mainly decorated with Monet's paintings, including the famous water lily series. The exhibition halls are all round and the paintings are very long. There are only two or three paintings in each exhibition hall, which has an immersive experience. The word art has nothing to do with me. Even I prefer art history to art itself, but probably no one can refuse Monet's light, shadow and color. Smoky air-not just air, everything is wet and dense: overflowing rivers, dancing weeping willows and water lilies continue to the horizon and gradually blend with the air. Everything has no outline, but everything is so fresh and full of vitality. The air is flowing, the color is flowing, and even the light is flowing. I like the less famous sunset very much. Bright yellow and dark purple are intertwined, and there are blue-green water lilies next to them.

"Monet is my favorite painter," Elizabeth whispered, "but I don't appreciate Van Gogh that much. His brushwork is too rough. "

"I only like Van Gogh's starry sky series." I replied, "Unfortunately, it was painted in new york."

"Me too," she said with a smile. "I don't like people who eat potatoes. However, Starry Sky is actually very Monet-like. "

"They are all impressionists." I agree with her.

Two Ding Bai, who don't know art, whispered and went out. When I picked up my bag, my aunt in the bag storage office told me a lot in French.

"What did she say?" Elizabeth asked me.

"She said there were many thieves here, so I had to put my bag in front." I smiled. "I don't even know how I understand it. I understand it anyway."

"Sure enough, all languages are one." She said, "But I didn't expect the orange orchard to be so small. We can't sign in until three o'clock in the afternoon. We have to go shopping for a while. "

So we went through the Duleli Garden with green reclining chairs and fatong, passed the white Ferris wheel, walked to the small Arc de Triomphe, and then saw the transparent pyramid.

"Arrived at the Louvre so soon?" We marveled at each other, "Paris is so small?"

But the Louvre is scheduled for the third day, so we have to go shopping and walk to the hotel in another way. I have to say that the street view of Paris is the most elegant of all the cities I have been to. All the buildings along the road, whether residential houses or shops, are baroque, and every window has a small balcony decorated with black withered flowers. The trees on both sides are always a little yellow, and the road suddenly has the color of a French movie. No matter how you take pictures, you can look good by pressing the shutter. The women on the road are also elegant and refined. Everyone is dressed in such a fashionable way, and there is a luxurious romance between gestures. Where they passed, even the air in the street smelled of expensive perfume.

Shakespeare, who is keen on fashion, excitedly explained to me the clothes and perfume of these young ladies all the way. She always asks passers-by next to her to take some brand of bags. When we passed a group of ugly people, she whispered to me, "That woman is carrying XXX, 240 thousand."

Me: "..."

When you stay in B&B, you naturally encounter problems, such as the door can't be opened and you can't find the room (according to the owner's description, the room is on the right hand side of Gate 2 on the second floor, and there is no elevator entrance on the left hand side of the yard). But these are not the first time to meet, and it is broad daylight, so we didn't panic, and we tried it at will while communicating with our host. In a word, we finally succeeded in staying.

The room is very small, only about ten square meters. There is no room for the folding bed, but it is cheap after all. We had a rest and changed our shoes. Sally tied a tall ponytail for me and said that I was still cute, and suddenly I looked a few years younger.

"The main reason is that you have too little hair," she added. "I don't have this problem."

Sister, what if you suddenly want to hit you?

No one who goes to Paris from China doesn't know about Galeries Lafayette, which is a luxurious building specially designed to deceive China people. The salespeople all know Chinese. But Shakespeare wanted to buy bags and perfume, so I went with him. In the whole process, I was promoted by various luxury brands and characteristics, and along the way, I gradually got to know several brands of luxury white.

After coming out of Galeries Lafayette, we casually found a place to eat something and thought it was still early, so we wanted to go shopping. Elizabeth suggested that we go to the cafe on the left bank of the Seine. It is said that any seat there may be the position of a famous writer in history. So we crossed the Louvre again, crossed the lover's lock bridge on the Seine, and walked from the right bank to the left bank.

"How dare you let your lover lock the bridge with these locks?" "They should see China's lock," said Elizabeth.

"It may have been cleaned up." I don't care. "Don't you think coming to this bridge will hurt us?"

"Yes," Elizabeth said with a smile. "Full of dog food."

Looking at the whole bridge, except for the two of us, there are all couples in twos and threes.

Seriously, who wouldn't want to travel around the world with a boyfriend from Shuai Shuai when he was young? Take a walk along the Seine River, wade on the beach in Spain, sing loudly in the mountains of Austria, light a bonfire in the Arctic Circle, and watch the Milky Way and Aurora in winter clothes.

As a result, I was lucky that there were young and beautiful ladies in these places.

After all, the Seine is beautiful. At sunset, the blue river looks like a girl's long skirt in Vermeer's works, except that one corner is illuminated by oblique bright yellow, sparkling and winding, but the rest is still so quiet blue. Not far away is the Notre Dame Delta, where you can see the church spire and square tower on the cover of history textbooks.

"It feels quite ordinary." Elizabeth stood in the middle of the bridge and commented.

"After all, it is just a river, and its value comes from historical details rather than landscape." I gave her a white look. "Isn't the Rhine, Danube and vltava river all like this?"

Speaking of which, I also vaguely agree with you, probably because it's not dark yet.

As we all know, rivers in Europe look better at night than during the day. But I dare not wander outside alone in the middle of the night, so only Elizabeth can feast her eyes.

Cross the bridge to the coffee shop ...

What about the coffee on the left bank? There's nothing on the left bank, okay?

"Shall we take a walk along the river?" Elizabeth had to suggest, "The tower is in this direction."

"Do you know that watching the mountains is a dead horse when a living horse doctor?" I have blisters on my feet, and I really don't want to go any further. Fortunately, we soon found a cruise restaurant on the river.

We sat on the deck and planned to order some drinks. Elizabeth is an alcoholic, but I am just the opposite, so I want to order a glass of juice.

"Here we are. Are you sure you only drink juice? " Elizabeth asked me, "It's my treat. Order whatever you want. "

So I looked at the cocktail on the side-I couldn't understand a glass, so I pointed to a mojito. Elizabeth said this wine was just right for the couple. It is fresh and elegant and Hemingway's favorite. She ordered a margarita with a higher education. I can understand that it says agave, but it tastes sweet and sour, and there seems to be a lot of lime juice.

When I got back to the hotel, I was too tired to move, but Elizabeth wanted to go out and soak in a bar, so she went alone. I stayed in a hotel and disinfected scissors in the kitchen. Today, I picked out all seven blisters on my feet.

When I finished treating the blisters, Elizabeth came back slightly tipsy and said happily that a young man had invited her to drink.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's going on?" I am very excited. "Are you handsome?"

"I only saw the back," she said. "After I drank two glasses, the bartender mixed me a glass of wine and said that the gentleman over there ordered it for me. There was a bunch of olives in it, and I slipped back after drinking it. "

We had a good chat, washed, and began to plan tomorrow's trip, but soon we were all tragic.

First of all, when I climbed into bed, the whole bed collapsed-cheap always comes at a price.

Believe me, it's not an interesting experience. But I was so tired that I just lay on the collapsed bed and planned to go back to sleep.

Then Elizabeth had a migraine.

She fell into a state of near death almost immediately, so I won't describe it in detail. On the whole, she has a bad headache. She called her mother and cried, then went to the bathroom.

Naturally, I can't let a sick person go to bed by himself, so I'm awake and have nothing to do. I got up, moved the mattress and began to repair the bed. So through a door, she was crying and vomiting over there, and I was banging on the bed here, which was quite funny.

Finally, at about one o'clock in the morning, she finally got over it, and I didn't reinstall the bed until the painkiller took effect.

Go to sleep, sleep.

The next day we got up early and waited for Versailles to open. It's a pity that my foot is not better today, but it hurts more. It hurts as soon as it touches the ground, and it can't walk fast, dragging its back a lot.

Versailles is not in Paris. You have to change from subway to train to bus, and then walk. But we arrived on time. Because we just opened the door and we walked very fast, there were not many people in the palace. But to be honest, it may be that there are many palaces. We don't think Versailles is particularly brilliant-not that it is not brilliant, but that it is a bit disappointing as one of the five largest palaces in the world with the same reputation as the Forbidden City. The palace is luxuriously decorated and is a typical baroque rococo luxury. Huge oil paintings abound, and art treasures from all over the world can be seen everywhere. The huge arched window is facing the French garden outside the window, and the grass and trees are obviously carefully trimmed and meticulously symmetrical, as far as the eye can see.

But I have lived in Europe for too long and have seen many royal courtyards. After all, every country has several royal courtyards.

In a word, it's probably because I know nothing about bourbon, art and French. I didn't sleep well at night and my feet hurt. I was fascinated all the way down, and even the most famous mirror hall was not too shocked. At this time, I think it would be nice if Saina could go with me. She seems to know the history and culture of the world like the back of her hand.

Elizabeth asked me if I wanted to take pictures in the mirror room, but I wouldn't. There are too many people, sorry.

"I don't know how the bloggers of Xiaohongshu did it in such a crowd." I spit, "Who can be embarrassed about this?"

In this way, we walked slowly all the way and finished shopping in less than three hours. We were all a little surprised.

"Why do those people in the little red book wander around all day?" "Are they going to pose for that long?" Elizabeth said incredulously.

"Little Red Books are never credible." I found a place to sit down and put my feet up. "But maybe people are watching it carefully."

"I don't think they can." Shakespeare smiled. "I think all the rich and uneducated people are in the little red book. It is strange that they can read it carefully. "

"I don't think so," I agreed. "Even people like us who are educated and have no money are too lazy to look carefully."

"I really want to be rich."

"I really want to be rich."

The poor girls groaned together.

This is not the first time we have talked about life. In fact, one of our daily pleasures is to discuss the world situation, the value of life and other unusual topics with each other. In this romantic place of France, it is very interesting to talk about some cold realities, even magical realism.

"A woman can have no love, but she must have bread." Elizabeth said.

I agree: "This is the knowledge of all adult women. If you don't think so, you are mentally underage. "

"But if it was that person, I'm not sure I would really give up bread." I know she means her ex-boyfriend.

"harm, who is not?" I laughed, "but it's impossible anyway. Let's eat bread. "

"If someone can give me 10 million a month, I can marry him as long as he has no domestic violence." "Who cares? Let's just say I got a job. "

I thought about it: "Indeed,100000 yuan is an acceptable amount. After all, it is still a bit difficult for me to earn 10 million a month. "

"It's not that you can't earn, it's that you earn more." Elizabeth showed her hedonism.

"Yes, yes, yes, you can earn it," I said quickly. "Anyone in our class who can't make money in the future can make a lot of money. You can earn too much, earn and spend. "

This is a high school student who earned tens of thousands of dollars in a summer vacation. After graduating from college, she worked part-time crazily to make money. No one knows how many livers she has.

"If I earn 20,000 yuan a month after graduation, I will save at least 8,000 yuan to buy bags and perfume. I can live in the cheapest house and eat one meal a day, but luxury goods must be available. " Shabai island.

This is the difference between her and me. If I earn 20 thousand a month, I must eat, drink and be merry first, and travel first. As for luxury goods-it's really none of my business.

"I once looked at the troubles of the rich second generation and said that they felt that life was meaningless because no matter how hard they tried, they could not surpass their parents. But what kind of trouble do I think this is? Do not exceed, do not exceed. Why must we surpass our parents? " I sighed, "it's not good to fight a chicken and walk a dog all your life?" Do they think it is meaningful to work so hard to live like us? "

"Save a few months to buy thousands of bags, and we will be happy for a long time. They buy hundreds of thousands of bags today, and they will be tired of it tomorrow. Maybe it will be no fun. " "But even so, I still want to make a fortune!"

"Yes, I really want to get rich!"

The two girls began to dream again.

As it is not noon yet, we are going to go around the tower first, and then go to Shakespeare Bookstore, Notre Dame de Paris and Pompidou Art Center. This tower is not as high as we thought, probably because we are used to tall buildings. But on second thought, this tower was built in the19th century, and then I suddenly felt that it was a monster.

Instead of climbing the tower, we turned around and drove to the delta on the Seine River, where Notre Dame is located. Being really tired, we sat in a coffee shop for a while.

Coffee shops in France are always beautiful, with red ceilings, wooden tables and chairs, and sunlight shining through the gaps in yellow-green leaves. This color always reminds people of the coffee shop in Van Gogh's paintings. On second thought, it seems that this painting was indeed painted in France.

"In which city was Van Gogh's coffee shop painted?" Elizabeth asked me.

"I don't remember, it's not Paris anyway." I shook my head.

"I don't remember." She also shook her head. "I learned art history for nothing. I could have scored 9 points at first. "

"I can also get 9 points ..."

Ah, it's the French town of arles. Who can remember these unknown towns?

After a few steps, we suddenly saw Shakespeare's Bookstore, and we realized that the place where we just sat was the legendary Left Bank Cafe. ...

Notre Dame de Paris, we just glanced at it from a distance-it was burned down, and we couldn't get in or walk anyway.

As for the Pompidou Art Center, we asked at home and found that we wanted money, so we didn't get in.

As poor as a church mouse.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, we finally began to think about lunch.

French cuisine is one of the three major cuisines in the world. But when we wanted to eat something, the two of us said in unison, "Sichuan food!" " "

What wine baked snails, what foie gras truffles, I don't want them, I just want to eat spicy food!

So we went to Sichuan restaurant.

Consumption in France is really low. You can order a large plate of pork cooked with husband and wife's lung slices in a few euros, and the two of us will pack it back with greasy mouths. Elizabeth went to Galeries Lafayette again, but I still don't want to move. I stayed in the hotel and silently picked out the new blisters on my feet.

In the evening, after shopping and dinner, she didn't come back until after ten o'clock. I asked her, and she said there was a tramp sleeping in the street after dark. She's a little panicked. Come back quickly.

"Even I am afraid." She said.

"Even you are afraid." I repeat, I probably know it must be terrible outside.

She told me about her afternoon experience. She wanted to buy Armani's perfume, but the cabinet brother seemed to think that she didn't look like someone who could afford perfume, and her attitude was particularly bad. This little pot friend went down to Hermes next door and bought four perfumes in one breath. He went to Guerlain next door and brought me one, which made Armani's cabinet nose crooked.

I almost laughed. Who would have thought that this new concept text would happen in real life?

On the third day, we went to the Louvre, the first scene in the morning, and hardly met anyone.

Just as I can't understand that someone can spend a day visiting Versailles, I can't understand that someone can spend three hours visiting the Louvre. This is the largest palace and museum I have ever been to (except the Forbidden City), which is much bigger than Guo Bo. I even think it is more than enough to visit it for a few days and nights. Those who only spend three hours to complete the tour may know nothing, because there is only French in the Louvre.

Even we are surprised that such a world-class artistic treasure has only French and no English!

what are you reading? Lonely?

Fortunately, anyway, French and Germanic have a little in common. We are also very good at reading words and guessing meanings. With the help of translation, we can understand them to some extent.

As soon as you enter the door, there is the sphinx, the treasure of the town hall, and then there is the ancient Egyptian exhibition area. Every time I look at ancient Egyptian civilization, it is always shocking. It is a civilization thousands of years BC, so advanced and magnificent! But then I thought that these things must have been plundered by colonies in France, so I couldn't get excited again.

Europeans seem keen to arrange rows of mummy coffins and then let the bodies sleep in glass cabinets in large shops-this is the case in the museum in front of my house, and so is the Louvre. Fortunately, there are many people and light here, so it's not so gloomy. The ancient Egyptians seem to have a good grasp of fashion, and even now they can see many coffin elements. As for gods, Osiris and Anubis are commonplace. There are many statues of Toth in the Louvre, which are the head of a bird and the famous eye of Horus. In addition, the application of blue by ancient Egyptians was particularly common in the Louvre.

Then we went to the gallery and walked around it five or six times. Many famous paintings, including Mona Lisa, freely guide the people, Napoleon was crowned, and many famous paintings by Dutch painters are all in this corridor, and any one is priceless. All the paintings on the wall look familiar, but I can hardly remember where I have seen them. There are also jewels, crowns and furnishings of the French royal family. Among them, a 140 carat diamond stands out (yes, I just like such a big diamond).

Unfortunately, on the way, Elizabeth had another migraine. My feet hurt and I didn't want to walk, so I didn't finish visiting the Louvre. Because we are both sure that we will come to France again in the future, which is not a pity. On the contrary, I still want to come back and have a good stroll after learning French, so as not to know anything.

So I went back to sleep in the afternoon and went to the street to drink at night.

Only then did I remember that I put a sanitary towel in my shoe, and my foot stopped hurting instantly.

In the middle of the night, Elizabeth had another migraine, so we stayed up like the first night. She called her mother, but the signal was so bad that no one could hear what the other party was saying.

This led to tragedy. Due to network problems, her last message was sent to her mother at 5 am. Her mother just had a nightmare and called her crazily. But because it was only 5 am, Sally didn't want to wake me up, so she hung up and replied that she was sleeping, and then went back to sleep.

As a result, for some unknown reason, her mother thought she wanted to commit suicide, so she frantically contacted all her classmates and contacted my mother.

So I woke up at 7 o'clock and saw at a glance that my mother had sent more than a dozen messages and made dozens of phone calls, which made me creepy and sleepy.

There is a simple reason. My parents wouldn't let me come out to play, and I snuck out without telling them.

Now I'm finished.

I can't blame Elizabeth for this, but she is very sorry. She immediately told her parents, invited me to dinner and gave me a bottle of perfume to make amends.

But after this incident, no one was in the mood to continue playing, so the schedule for the last day was cancelled. We finally went shopping and had dessert. We didn't go to Orsay or medieval shops, so we changed the afternoon bus and went back to Holland.

Going back to Holland in the middle of the night, of course, there was no train back to the village, so I went to Saina's house to play on the floor all night.

Nothing happened all night.