Idablog

I was worried in advance about using my brush pen in the airplane.
And for a good reason.

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The air pressure is higher in the airplane, so it affected my ink cartridge..
it bled right through the paper!

At the airport by bus.
Here’s more than enough space to drive around (and the bus driver knows it)

Nice place.
I’m pretty surely coming back again.

I’m still wandering the streets, having only an hour to spend before leaving to the airport.

The weather is still cold, but sunny.

I traveled in the bicycle section of the train, because it was roomy.
Here’s my luggage in the floor.

My view to the seating section; my mom and little sister with their luggage.

On the french channel 2, there’s a man with braids, white miniskirt..
and he’s saying LOL.

This man was making fun of the stereotypical latin men. I bursted in laughter when he said “ay ay ay”!

I was following a man wearing a chef’s uniform, hoping to find a crêpe stall.
I lost the man in the crowd, but soon found two chefs with a bread cart.

This old lady bum was talking very loud at the subway station. Even if it was rush hour, she had quite a lot of space around her. Just a bit before my train came, someone from my side of the platform started talking back to her. The station echoed and everyone was amused.
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In the local chinatown (that would be Belleville), inside a minimarket, I didn’t quite scream, when a crab escaped from someones’ shopping basket.
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Very very black man, about my age comes talking to me, but I understand only that:
-He asked how am I feeling
-Told me I was beautiful
-Was sorry for not undertanding any of the languages I spoke
..Maybe he asked about my pink ribbon (breast cancer)..
I got spooked and walked away, when he (maybe?) talked about Christian God. I still regret that I didn’t realize to use drawings to communicate with him.
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I sit in the street drawing, and people passing by feel sorry for me. I still won’t lay my hat on the street.
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(No speak french) (I’m sorry) I naturally avoid someone collecting names for a good cause, and unfortunately can eat my crepe at peace.
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I’m drawing in a toilet of super-expensive mall (Printemps). In a same floor that I’m in, they’re selling clothes by super designers, such as Miu Miu, Karl L. Those clothes cost more than 1000€ for a shirt. This toilet doesen’t even have a seat.

The crab that escaped

Drawing the street view in cold

n Paris there are many: Sushi restaurants, kebab restaurants, chinese restaurants, laundrettes, and cigarette shops (newsstands)

In Paris, Mc Solaar is playing in my head
And “I like to move it move it” in finnish (ma tahto veiva veiva)