It's amazing how much we take things for granted. You never realise it until you're made to go without something. When I first arrived in Paris I bought bottled water. Not because the water's not safe to drink or anything but it just kind of became a habit. Anyhow, not too long ago I stopped buying bottles. Big mistake! ..........
Friday night I went to "Night Fever". It was at Elysee Montmartre again (like the rock night was) but this was a disco night. Lots of 80's music. I'm not sure I'd have chosen to go but the guy down the corridor was trying to convince us all to go and I thought it might be a laugh.
Anyhow, in the end only me and the guy on my corridor went. It wasn't bad but it would have been better if more people had come. The music was pretty good and the DJ was as good as at the rock night.
Saturday fairly uneventful - sleep, shopping, haricut - until the evening that is....
So, back to the water. I went to get a drink Saturday evening and found that I had no water. Not a drop. Not from the kitchen taps, the shower or even the toilet. I went down to ask what was up and it turned out that a pipe had broken in the underground car park. Although the whole residence wasn't affected, a column of apartments - mine included - had no water.
I guess it was too much to expect something to be done quickly, in France, on a Sunday. I ended up filling up some bowls at a friends' and on Sunday I attempted to have a shower in one of the apartments they'd set aside for drought ridden people. I say "attempted" as, although they were kind enough to provide apartments with water, hot water was a bit too much to ask for.
Sunday I watched the Grand Prix with the guy from down the corridor and then we went to our friend upstairs' apartment to watch the appaling England v. France rugby match over some beers and crepes.
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