So now I am forced to go to Paris and, buy myself a suit and even go spend $150 to hear an opera. All that against my own free will 
Bill Viola, who some of you may know I think is godsend, have made parts of the scenography of Tristan und Isolde (a Wagner opera
) and the reviews I have read are very positive, especially how Violas installation comments on the story. So I have to learn to live with it...
Tickets bought to both plane and Opera. All I need now is the suit and a cheap hotel. I am just above hostel standard (I usually stay in single bed rooms at hostels but I can´t find a hostel with that in Paris) but not much. I need a CLEAN place with a decent bed. Breakfast, private bathroom and central location is secondary needs. Forget everything else.
Any recommendations?
BTW: We always talk about he teen years as one foot in each camp. Not longer a kid, not yet an adult. I find the late 20s even stranger: One part of me still wants to find the most hip bar in town, smoke some weed and crash the nearest squatted house and make out with a dark dreadlocked hippie chick that can show me around town the next day (my old time favorite way to learn a new city). Another part is hunting down avangarde video art exhibitions across Europe, finding the best afternoon tea and largest selection of Valrhona chocolate in each city and has to stay at least one night in a deluxe hotel on each trip

Bill Viola, who some of you may know I think is godsend, have made parts of the scenography of Tristan und Isolde (a Wagner opera
) and the reviews I have read are very positive, especially how Violas installation comments on the story. So I have to learn to live with it...Tickets bought to both plane and Opera. All I need now is the suit and a cheap hotel. I am just above hostel standard (I usually stay in single bed rooms at hostels but I can´t find a hostel with that in Paris) but not much. I need a CLEAN place with a decent bed. Breakfast, private bathroom and central location is secondary needs. Forget everything else.
Any recommendations?
BTW: We always talk about he teen years as one foot in each camp. Not longer a kid, not yet an adult. I find the late 20s even stranger: One part of me still wants to find the most hip bar in town, smoke some weed and crash the nearest squatted house and make out with a dark dreadlocked hippie chick that can show me around town the next day (my old time favorite way to learn a new city). Another part is hunting down avangarde video art exhibitions across Europe, finding the best afternoon tea and largest selection of Valrhona chocolate in each city and has to stay at least one night in a deluxe hotel on each trip

"I reject your reality and substitute it with my own" - President Bush
"I reject your reality and substitute it with my own" - President Bush







but those hotel clerks are all too eager to bridge the language barrier, especially when money's involved.
I am going tomorrow, taking a stop over in Berlin (oh I love that city).