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Grand.
That's the immediate reaction. Packed. The second one.
Because our days was based on a hectic schedule, and extremistic pedestrian activity with too few hours worth of sleep, I hesitated from going out until Thursday night. I had printed something out from www.paris-gay.com/ and went with the three closest places: Le Nombril, L'elysée Montmartre and Follies Pigalle - turned out to be something of a mistake. The first had been transformed into a sex thing nookie live act place, which wasn't exactly it, and the second had held a Ninja Tune event of some sort, and by the time I was there, people left the place. The third, which the snobbish door lady ensured me of, was a mixed crowd, for which I only had to pay €20 to enter. And I wouldn't. Shame then, apart from the many, many nice men parading around our quarters, I'd have loved to explore a 'native', gay Parisian.
Nonetheless, 'twas Grand. |
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