Louvre Museum

About fifteen minutes on foot, I arrived at this always crowded place.

Just sitting among the tourists while adding to my collection of pictures with this magnificent building, which is probably almost a thousand times in my phone memory. The Louvre Museum managed to disguise my identity as unemployed from the local people.

Lining up with foreign tourists made me feel like a tourist from the rest of France. Their presence also made me look at work, talking to one of them made me an on-the-spot tour guide. Luckily, besides being beautiful, I was also quite brilliant when I was studying at school, my English can be said to be quite good.

I'm known as " fou bizarre " ( weird stranger ) this makes me openly and easily talk to strangers without hesitation or fear. Honestly, I really like it. I've been wanting to spend time traveling the world for a long time.

Some of the people I met were also quite nice people. Even some of them are very funny, made us laugh for some time. It was almost as if people thought we had come together because we had so much fun hanging out.

No I just blow my mouth, often even when I talk to these foreigners I purposely ask about their work and the state of their country.

Luckily, of course, some of the mothers I talked to offered to work in their countries.

Queensland, just hearing it is tempting enough. The owner of the strawberry garden said I could work in Australia helping her pick and pack fruit, while learning about the culture of a new country, on weekends she would have a barbeque party with all of his employees, most of whom were seasonal employees from various countries and I would also get a salary, which is ok for touring the country on my day off. By applying for a Work Holiday visa, I was able to visit the country. She even paid for my ticket. It's really tempting.

I have spent hours here in the evening. Alternately people come and go. I deliberately wait for the night and it's quiet, sometimes I dance ( odd dance ) which I pride myself on as a solo dance or ballerina style with the famous Swan Lake story in the middle of a magnificent opera building accompanied by a beautiful orchestra. I forgot the world.

I hate going to bars or pubs just to dance, it's nothing more than selling myself to johns. Although there are some bars with jazz music which I really like.

When someone caught me dancing like a trampled worm, I pretended to be doing nightly exercise. Even if no one even cares.

Once, a middle-aged local man from La Défense who I couldn't see had been watching me for hours and all my madness, I don't know what he had seen. Fixing skirts, pulling bra straps or even picking my nose.

" Ahh.. I don't care "

The more I think about it the more crazy it makes me.

He came and offered me a dinner date, Then I pretended to come from Bordeaux to deliver wine and had to return to my town tonight. I'm not even interested in one night love. Then I walked half-run away from the big triangular building.