Got invited to a mysterious party 2

(Former story is here)

So, on the day the party was held, I took a subway and a taxi to get there. The gallery was in the 798 art district, which is a bit far from the center of the city and there was a traffic jam, so it took about an hour to get there.

I arrived at 798 and went to a cafe near the gallery to wait for my friend. When I was reading my French text book, groups of French people, who were obviously going to the party, came to the cafe one by one to kill time before the party. I got surrounded by so many Frenchies! I heard no Chinese at all. “Is it Paris here?” I thought.

 

I felt it was funny and couldn’t really concentrate on my book actually.

 

Eventually my friend arrived at the cafe and we went to the party together.

There were many guests already.

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On the day the party was held, I took a subway and a taxi to get there. The gallery was in the 798 art district, which is a bit far from the center of the city and there was a traffic jam, so it took about an hour to get there.

I arrived at 798 and went to a cafe near the gallery to wait for my friend. When I was reading my French text book, groups of French people, who were obviously going to the party, came to the cafe one by one to kill time before the party. I got surrounded by so many Frenchies! I heard no Chinese at all. “Is it Paris here?” I thought.

 

I felt it was funny and couldn’t really concentrate on my book actually.

 

Eventually my friend arrived at the cafe and we went to the party together.

There were many guests already.

http://www.chinaculture.org/2015-04/08/content_610604.htm
(This movie is cool.)
http://www.chinaculture.org/2015-04/09/content_610724.htm

 

The gallery owner has been active for this kind of stuff. I got it.

Mom, they didn’t push me to buy expensive art. Good!

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~ Art collages portraits combining traditional French paintings and Chinese-opera face painting jumped into my eyes first when we entered to their garden. They look a bit scary in the dark night.
Champagne and snacks tasted good and the band’s music makes me dance forever…
I don’t want to go home!

But, well, my friend had to get up early the next morning, so we left the party early.

During the party, I saw the owner came late, but couldn’t find him again because of the crowd. I should tell him thank you when I see him at the Starbucks again.

So, from these things, maybe that ‘French Culture Center’ is calling me?
Or, France is calling me???

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