samedi, mai 15, 2004
La France
sniff sniff. i am so saddened.
why are we so urbanised, so pressurised, so stressed, so materialistic, so shallow in history.
why, in the same breath, are we so well educated, so well off, so technologically advanced, so luxurious. we live such a wonderful city life. but sadly, sadly, that's all we have. we don't have the sprawling countryside that the bigger countries have outside their cities. we don't have fields and forests and plains and mountains and farms and rivers and vineyards and clear skies and green fields and sweet air and cool temperatures and comfortable humidity and smiling faces.
it was so endearing to see those people lying back on lawn chairs along the roadsides and cafes, waiting for the Tour de France riders to come by. the roads that merge into grassland, bending round peaceful clumps of shady trees. the totally comical vehicles the Tour sponsers drive by in, the handing out of freebies and stuffies to roadside supporters. the cheering as the cyclists appear in a dense pack. and the swiftness with which the event passes by in just a minute.
but they just do it.
so sweet.
La France
after watching something on Discovery Travel channel about northern France, i'm so sad that i don't get to go there. I want to see the fascinating festivals, the laid-back people, the proud heritage, the HUGE gothic cathedrals, the World War relics, the 18 thousand champagne houses in Champagne, the public payphone at the top of the Eiffel Tower, Tour de France, everything.
sniff sniff. i am so saddened.
why are we so urbanised, so pressurised, so stressed, so materialistic, so shallow in history.
why, in the same breath, are we so well educated, so well off, so technologically advanced, so luxurious. we live such a wonderful city life. but sadly, sadly, that's all we have. we don't have the sprawling countryside that the bigger countries have outside their cities. we don't have fields and forests and plains and mountains and farms and rivers and vineyards and clear skies and green fields and sweet air and cool temperatures and comfortable humidity and smiling faces.
it was so endearing to see those people lying back on lawn chairs along the roadsides and cafes, waiting for the Tour de France riders to come by. the roads that merge into grassland, bending round peaceful clumps of shady trees. the totally comical vehicles the Tour sponsers drive by in, the handing out of freebies and stuffies to roadside supporters. the cheering as the cyclists appear in a dense pack. and the swiftness with which the event passes by in just a minute.
but they just do it.
so sweet.
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