So on Sunday last, I visited Provins with a friend. It was a very interesting trip. Provins has been on my radar because I always like to look at houses and real estate and it is one of the places that consistently factors because of the inexpensive houses with fireplaces - one of my secret obsessions. So when I read online that it had this epic Christmas market, of course I put it on my to do list and I was able to convince this young lady friend of mine to tag along for the ride.
At first when we arrived, I was disappointed because there was this scant, meager little market with a few merchants and I could not believe I had ridden the trains such a long distance to see that. Then, there was the incident with my umbrella. What incident you ask? The one where my umbrella got stuck in the zipper of my much-loved red GUESS bag and would not dislodge itself no matter what I, or anyone else did. I had never seen anything like it. It actually seemed a little bit demonic. My travel companion tried her endeavor best (and what patience she had) and when we both failed, I commissioned a big, burly man standing next to us to help and when he too failed, I totally lost my temper. I mean, totally. I fell out. COMPLETELY. Because how can this be possible? How can this be normal?
What did I do, you ask? Well, the only thing left under those types of circumstances! I grabbed the bloody bag, plopped it on a table, while everyone watched stupe-fixed, and using both hands (and, as I said, a big, burly man failed to be able to dislodge this umbrella even after pulling at it till he shook) I just ripped that damn thing apart, I want to tell you.I just ripped it open and like magic, the umbrella dislodged and the zipper did not break. But I was very, very perturbed by this apparatus, this umbrella so I snatched it up and barged over the trash and flung its behind right into the garbage, while everyone looked on, stunned.
Then, I exhaled. I felt much better and lighter, and happy all of a sudden now that I had gotten rid of the darned umbrella (course, I don't have another one and have no idea what I will do when it rains).
My travel companion and I resumed walking up the hill and there, we found the most epic medieval Christmas market transpiring right before our eyes.
Provins is truly a medieval city and you can see it in the architecture and the fortresses and the thick, imposing walls. Would I want to live there? Um...maybe not only because it is too far from Paris and so I would not have been able to commute there to work. But insofar as finding a house with a fireplace and exposed brick and a certain ambiance? You can definitely find it in abundance in Provins. But it definitely is not the place where I will find my dream home, I don't think.
We took a lot of pictures and ate some french fries, and when night fell, we returned to Paris.
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