Though I really should be writing a blog about the Marché de Noel, I can't resist the temptation to recount a couple of particularily strange things that happened last night.
1: I needed to get money from an ATM, which, in France means you have the choice of using the outdoor ATM (like normal people) or going inside the lobby of the bank at any hour of the day to use the ATM without the threat of the elements one would face outdoors. Now I know that it is never worth the risk to use the special indoor ATM. Because the handle on the inside of the door was broken clean off, and the door needed to be pulled open, Morgan and I were truly stuck in the bank. We tried everything to get out, to no avail, and then resorted to pounding on the windows until a kind passerby opened the door from the outside, no problem whatsoever. The kind stranger looked at us like we were absolutely insane, but we were just happy to have escaped the hot little bank lobby.
2: I have seen this happen in Milwaukee once or twice too, but last night there was a dog at the Dirty Old Man Bar. I love dogs, sure, but a large dog in a crowded bar just seems a little weird.
3: As bartime was nearing, the power went out at the Dirty Old Man Bar. At first I thought it was a joke, or someone's birthday. But when it seemed that nobody was planning on turning any lights any time soon, I finally understood that there really was a power outage. So people lit candles and used cellphones to navigate the pitch black room. Strange to say the least.
4: Because there was no power in the bar, they told us we needed to finish our beers and go. Or, if we preferred, they had to go cups. This was not a joke. They truly gave us plastic cups to pour our beer into and finish on our way to La Mine. A couple of cops passed us on the way, nobody seemed to care in the least.
1: I needed to get money from an ATM, which, in France means you have the choice of using the outdoor ATM (like normal people) or going inside the lobby of the bank at any hour of the day to use the ATM without the threat of the elements one would face outdoors. Now I know that it is never worth the risk to use the special indoor ATM. Because the handle on the inside of the door was broken clean off, and the door needed to be pulled open, Morgan and I were truly stuck in the bank. We tried everything to get out, to no avail, and then resorted to pounding on the windows until a kind passerby opened the door from the outside, no problem whatsoever. The kind stranger looked at us like we were absolutely insane, but we were just happy to have escaped the hot little bank lobby.
2: I have seen this happen in Milwaukee once or twice too, but last night there was a dog at the Dirty Old Man Bar. I love dogs, sure, but a large dog in a crowded bar just seems a little weird.
3: As bartime was nearing, the power went out at the Dirty Old Man Bar. At first I thought it was a joke, or someone's birthday. But when it seemed that nobody was planning on turning any lights any time soon, I finally understood that there really was a power outage. So people lit candles and used cellphones to navigate the pitch black room. Strange to say the least.
4: Because there was no power in the bar, they told us we needed to finish our beers and go. Or, if we preferred, they had to go cups. This was not a joke. They truly gave us plastic cups to pour our beer into and finish on our way to La Mine. A couple of cops passed us on the way, nobody seemed to care in the least.
France is weird. And pretty cool.
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