Mood:
Now Playing: Ray Montagne (or something like that)
Topic: On tour
I just followed some young boys who brought all the way to the crossing path thingy...where I met a girl in hotpants. In the snow. Weird place. Walked through the "hood", past stores with names like "Yuppienallen" and "Hemlyx" (an entire shop filled with Buddha's and porcelain dragons). Found the gallery and stepped inside. Had just about time to have a look at the guest book when a man showed up and interrupted me and just had to shake hands (very firm handshake) and discuss my name (Very pretty. He named his daughter the same.) Had a look around at the colourful paintings (mother, daughter and...psycho bunny?) and then headed for the door when he was distracted by another man. Followed the crowd while smiling all the way. Walked passed some sort of castle and a church. I was happy just to see a Pressbyrå and an O'Leary's. Looked at some clothes and let my heels be loud as I walked down the street. Happy to be there. Happy to have seen the paintings. Happy to alone and to be me. No one around to tell me what to do or what to think or feel. For once. Ended up in an art's and craft's store where I bought a lot of expensive, unnesseccary crap. But I didn't care. For a minute I was an arts and crafts girl. Finally I went back to the train station (without getting lost a single time) and bought an overpriced sandwich and a really overpriced juice of some sort. Then happily got on the train and sat there smiling (until we had to stop in the middle of that garbage smell).
Posted by fm/jag
at 12:01 AM CET
Updated: Tuesday, 25 November 2008 2:15 PM CET
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Updated: Tuesday, 25 November 2008 2:15 PM CET
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