Friday, May 10, 2013

That's the way how I've imagined France...Unusual meeting in Arkadia.





 Have you ever watched this french film titled " Amelia"? There is this characteristic soundtrack used in the film. This is how I imagined France. Parisian streets, the apartments in the old, antique townhouses with the iron lifts. 

 





Dunkerque- Paris-coming back from my auntie





















 There are a lot of people in the cafés on characteristic wicker chairs. On one of them there is a charming lady with a cigarette. She looks like Eva Green form the film titled "The dreamers".

"The dreamers"

 






Underground in Paris






































One of french café 

  

Shot action form Alior Bank's commercial, Warsaw 2009















    
   



 

































  


   The small girl with the dark eyes, beret and  gingham skirt is passing by. She is holding a hand of an old "monsieur" who is dressed in a long mac. Some boy is passing by on the city bicycle. He is dressed in the woolly brown trousers and elegant shirt. He is alerting by the bicycle bell to make  pay attention the small parisian girl, who squats suddenly near curb cause she noticed something interesting and holds her hand out.


       

* (fr. Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain)


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  I was just choosing the rolls in carrefour in Arkadia Shopping Center when suddenly I realised that someone is calling me. I turned my head to the direction of coming voice. It was Longer, my old friend from university and dormitory. There was a tall brunette next to him. 
- Hi Milena- he greeted me with a smile- I've just come back form France, but I have already fancy to go back there.  How are you?- he asked- This is my sister Agata, let's get to know eachothers. 
- Nice to meet you, I'm Milena- I introduced myself quickly not being particular about the gril.
- To be honest I am wondering about some job offer in France too and I am learning french very intensively.
- Really? Ok, let's check your french!- he started to greet himself in french, asked me some questions about my job and my life I didn't have a lot of problems to answer so after while he added.
- Go now, after you will loose your fancy. Your french is pretty good! I knew only how to say "bonjour" in french when I went there. And you can always change the job, you will come after to us, to the South near Spain. It is really cool. Do you imagine how nice are french people- he assured me- all the time they are asking "Comment tu vas?"*, "Comment tu a passe ton weekend?"**
He enunciated shortly prices in McDonald, Pizza Hut and tax rules. The idea about changing my life started to grow faster...




 


*   in french  "How are you doing?"
** in french  "How was your weekend?"




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