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Paris is a whore – A Lovable Whore You Become Addicted To

Paris is like a whore you are in love with, you know that she will take your money and cheat you, her promises will be broke, but you still think she is beautiful and know that you will be back.

My banks have essentially raped me in Paris.

I did fine on 5 euros today in Paris. No word from paypal or my bank, just goes to show that maybe it’s better just to keep your cash. Essentially, I’ve had my cash taken from me by the banks I trusted to leave it with and they aren’t in any hurry to resolve it and make my money accessible to me. It’s why I’ve always admired bank robbers.

If I’m lucky, I will not penniless just in time to leave Paris.

Next post will be a full update on my three days in Paris, the city is a whore, but one can’t help but love her anyway. Perhaps Sophie, the heroin in W.Somerset Maugham’s The Razors Edge is actually Paris. It makes the line “I thought Sophie was my salvation” into something else completely and perhaps the millions of dreams that Paris has inspired and the disappointment that has followed are more what the story is about. In any event, my Paris is not the one everyone gets and for that I am grateful. I leave this city as a man leaves a whore he is in love with, satisfied, disgusted, and left with a glow that makes the empty spot in his wallet seem not so terrible a price to have paid.

I need to get from Paris to Rotterdam in Holland. I checked online and the price for a bus, the cheapest fare was 35 Euros. Well, having run into problems before, I usually carry a little bit of emergency cash. In this case $80 in US currency.

I figured this would get me the ticket but I had to convert it to Euros and since my cards aren’t working, I had to find a Eurolines agency to buy the ticket. Here is the rape:

exchange rate of $1.43 per Euro
Commission of 6.45 Euro
$80= 48.12 Euro

Ticket to Rotterdam at agency (since I can’t book online) with commission = too much for me.  Instead I bought a ticket to Amsterdam for 46 Euros and that leaves me enough to get to the station on the Metro and eat bread for dinner again.

Paris is a whore with slot machine like ‘souvenir coins’ for sale in her churches.

I may have to hitchhike from Amsterdam to Rotterdam unless my funds clear before I get there.

(Originally posted 17 April 2009)

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Vago Damitio

Damitio  (@vagodamitio) is the Editor-in-Chief for Vagobond. Life is good. You can also find him on Google+ and at Facebook

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