Eliza style Parisienne

Yesterday, I was taken by a friend

By the way, I went to a bar to get a tarot reading!



At a bar there (it's just an ordinary bar)

On Tuesdays, someone comes to do tarot readings for me.

They will watch it for free.



Actually, I don't make any reservations.

My friend's colleague seems to be on good terms with the madam there.

I made a special reservation and went!



Usually there are about three people who do tarot, but yesterday there was only one.



Moreover, the store seems to be quite famous and opens from 5pm.

Apparently, there are a lot of customers waiting for their tarot cards.

On that day, there were already quite a few people waiting.



Well, what did you hear? What did you say? I'll leave it face down...



Actually, I suddenly thought of it at the end of last year (again...)

I've been studying tarot since this year!



Also, it is not the tarot that you often see,

It's an old one called Marseille Tarot.



What can I say about this person from Marseille?

It's not about fortune-telling or anything like that, it's more psychological.

It's kind of spiritual, or something like that.

It's not like it's divine or anything like that. .

After all, it's still an introductory course, so I can't say it well.

In short, I don't think it's fortune telling. (I am)

From the perspective of someone who specializes in that field, it's like, "What do you know?"

I think that's what you're thinking, so that's about it. .



The reason why I thought of it in the first place is

I was talking to a friend saying, ``Maybe I'd like to try it in the future.''

I happened to find the card on patrol the next day.



Until now, I hadn't seen it on patrol, probably because I didn't pay attention to it!



The one I got there was Marseille, so

I just started studying it.



in,



The person who worked at that bar was also from Marseille.

Originally, like playing cards, it was played as a card game.

It seems that it was popular in Europe, so Marseille may be the mainstream in France.



Well, my friends who went with me were very surprised!

Apparently what I was saying to myself was exactly what I was saying. .

The person listening to me was like, ``I see..''



Apparently, that day, there were eight people in total, friends of friends and friends of...

In fact, my friend showed up about an hour later, and that friend's friend showed up another hour later.



I don't really know anyone, but

My friend, first of all, I'm a little proud of that!



In the end, the only people who saw it were the two of us + a friend of a friend who came later.

(How many times have I said "friends" up until now?)

It was only.



I don't care about that, what I wanted to write about is from now on.



This is quite a criticism, so I don't recommend reading it.



Many others (from here on, I'll say "many others")

She is what is called a Parisienne.

When I say Parisienne here, I don't mean it in a good way.

That's a mean way of saying it.



Most of the others are friends,

Just like what you look like, like what you're wearing,

How was the party you went to?

I wonder what this guy is like.

We talked about topics only for ourselves,

``Okay, let's go next~?'' he said as he left. . .



Ahhh, I'm tired. . .



To be honest, I'm not good at this type of person.

And I feel like there are a lot of them in Paris.



For some reason, it's natural for people who are similar to each other to become friends,

It's natural that they look similar, but

We're proud of ourselves, aren't we? The smell is strong.



For me, I think all young people in Paris (up to around 30's) are like this.

It's been there for a long time,



In fact, the friend I went with said exactly the same thing at the end.

"I don't like it!" he said. .



That's right. . That's right. .



That's what I thought again.

Well, it doesn't matter. .

At the end of the day, I'm concerned about how other people think of me.

I hate that, myself and my friends,

On the other hand, many others are neither good nor bad; they are both.



That's how today is

I went to musee.



The show I wanted to see ends this week, so I went there quickly.

Fashioning Fashion. Deux siècles de mode européenne, 1700-1915



(Since the exhibition will end in 14 days, this link is also available.

There is a high possibility that it will disappear. )



For me, from 1700 to 1915.

Nice is by age.



As I watched,

There are only a few times when I think, ``I have something similar to this.''

The years written in the details of the site...maybe it would be good to dig deeper into the 50 years or so? I thought.

Of course, not all of it, but just some of it.

Especially the ones that are said to be from the late 1800's and are race related.



I thought it was really bad,

In the exhibition description, it says ``Shoes, France, XX''.

It looks like she's wearing it inside a dress,



“I can’t see!!!”



There was more than one point, but there were a few glimpses.



That's what's happening these days.

Earlier, I wrote that I felt bad, but...



Continuing with the bench.





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