Saturday, July 15, 1989

Europass part 2: France



July 9 – Sunday 

- Pisa to Monaco and crossing the border. The customs office was closed so so much for that. It was between platforms in a railway station. I took my shirt off and as shouted at by a policeman in Italian - which I didn't understand. He got pretty upset when i didn;t jump to his command and it was only when i was his hand for his gun that I suddenly realsied what he wanted, and I complied. 

This felt odd - the little light railway that took us along the coast to Monaco and then from Pisa to Nice and then Cannes. 

I didn't like any of this. Apart from it being hot, me being way past needing a proper bath and clean clothes, I was also extremely gender dysphoric and autistic and I just didn't like it. I felt I could not wear a swimming costume cos fat and ugly - though look at me - it was dysphoria speaking. I couldn't do the beach by then, especially one supposedly well know for its rich, famous beautiful people. I'm surprised they let me in. I bet they wouldn't now. 

fish out of water

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July 10th –  Monday -Nice
July 11th - Tuesday - Cannes and Nice
Didn't know much about Cannes and Nice - my French teacher Madame Cummings was from Nice, that's all I knew. 
I do remember Andy found a bookshop and bought a copy of Tess of the Durbervilles, which later he gave to me. And I read it. I had a revelation with a salad bap full of nice salad and tuna with French dressing. I'd never tasted anything like it again. I started trying to emulate it at home. Even as late as the mid 90s I was trying to capture the taste of that fecking salad roll. 
A French woman said I was American. she was about my age, very attractive. When I said I was British she just didn;t believe me. I think she accused me of being a G.I. Not as far as I knew. 
We looked at getting a TGV back to Paris but it was either the cost or the queues that put us off - maybe both. so we got the rattly slow train back to Paris. 

July 12th –  Wednesday - Nice to Paris
Colin announced that he didn’t like Italian food whilst in Italy and in Paris he refused to eat in a French restaurant.


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July 13th - Thursday - Paris

July 14th - Friday - Paris

It was not just Bastille Day but Bastille Day number 100. So French people went bonkers with fireworks an thre them all over the place. We were around the big Crystal Palace mast on that day too. 
French people intimindated me - genuinely.
I don't know how we filled our time apart from lost of walking about. I had no money left except enough for some wine, obvs. 




July 15th  - Saturday - Paris to London via Calais.


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