X mas eve in Paris

Paris on christmas eve is no place for me.

The city strangely closes and I have tried to find a shelter in a cinema.

There, in the very belly of Popular Paris (Les Halles), only lonely loonies or loosers gazers. We don't watch at each other. We don 't want to talk to each other. We already know each others.

Here and and there a nice family goes to the movie with the brilliant studiant the daughter is.

Unexpected, a newspaper king was there too with wife. I avoid that kind of pseudo populism. I have nothing to say.

I get my ticket and I enter the belly of an other beast. The U** cinécity les Halles. An automated monster with some 15 theaters and only 1 or 2 employees per 5 halls.

There is nothing to say about it except that it s damn empty on eve's night.

The movie I have picked is all about Elizabeth and her victory over obscurantism (spanish inquisitio.) How painfull it was for her to condamn Mary Queen of Scotts. How great she was in defeating Spain and to end on How great She was. God god god evrywhere god god god.

I felt small cold and lonely. Time for a walk back home.

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