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Chapter 380 I'd Rather Not Go to the Art Museum
Paris is very famous for its nightlife, such as the famous Moulin Rouge, Lido nightclub, large-scale performances such as Crazy Horse Show; night cruises on the Seine; and various bars.
What is most admired are the various art galleries. After all, Paris is the "City of Art".
Felix took him to an art gallery called Broken, saying that a friend of his was having an art exhibition there. Agreeing to Felix's visit was probably the thing Xiao Peng regretted most in his life.
Let's not talk about the so-called artist whose sexual orientation is unclear and who looks for opportunities to lean on Xiao Peng. Let's just talk about his so-called "installation art" with the theme of "Dream". Xiao Peng can't understand it at all.
In his eyes, it was just a group of men and women in strange clothes holding colorful light tubes and making all kinds of inexplicable movements. As a result, such an inexplicable exhibit was a huge success. Various media reporters came to report on it, and the people who came here were all rich or noble.
Although Xiao Peng didn't understand this so-called "art," the people present praised him highly, saying he was the perfect combination of "fashion" and "art." He finally understood that these days, so-called "art" and "fashion" were just things no one could understand.
He couldn't understand how a woman wearing only a thong, covered in orange fluorescent paint, holding a fluorescent light bulb and posing while throwing a javelin could be considered a work of art.
Although he took a lot of photos, they had absolutely nothing to do with "artistic aesthetics".
In fact, he felt that most of the people here were not here for art. They themselves might not understand these so-called "artworks", but in order to avoid being seen as ignorant by others, they pretended to understand them.
Anyway, Xiao Peng noticed that most of the men and women here were looking at those "artworks", but the men's eyes were on the women, while the women's eyes were on the male models.
I don’t know how many business cards those male and female models secretly collected, but the less they wore, the more business cards they collected.
No matter what, Xiao Peng has secretly sworn: In the future, even if someone points at his nose and calls him a "country bumpkin", he will never go to any art gallery again. It is not in the same world as him.
Originally, Xiao Peng planned to go out and find a place to have a drink after viewing this "art exhibition", but he felt drowsy after entering the art gallery.
Just two drinks. Go back to bed!
By the time they got to the hotel, Xiao Peng's stomach suddenly started to feel uncomfortable. It was a bloating and indigestion. It had to be those snails!
In fact, when they arrived in Paris, Xiao Peng, Walter, and Kasin were all uncomfortable. It wasn't the food they were not used to, but the time.
In Paris, just like in Marseille, dinner is traditionally served around nine or ten o'clock. This was pure torture for Xiao Peng. He had finally managed to have dinner around six o'clock on the ship and at home, but in Paris, it was already past nine o'clock, which was almost devastating. After finally filling his stomach, he still felt bloated and indigestion.
What bad luck!
On his first day in Paris, Xiao Peng felt like everything was going wrong! He didn't fall asleep until after three in the morning due to a stomachache.
It was already afternoon when they woke up the next day. Marlene and Felix left the invitation and went to the hall to make final preparations for the charity concert.
Xiao Peng and the other two were bored, so after eating something, they started strolling around District 16.
The 16th arrondissement of Paris is completely different from the city center of Paris. The greening here is so good that the locals have a very interesting description: when you walk out of the 16th arrondissement subway station on Sunday, you might think that Paris has been destroyed by a nuclear bomb after a short subway ride.
This means that there are not many people here and it feels like returning to nature.
This also means that housing prices are high here: Which boroughs in Paris are the most expensive? Real estate prices are highest in places tourists don't visit!
But now Xiao Peng and the other two were wandering around there like three tourists. Xiao Peng even asked Walter to take a photo for him - he wanted to send it to Liu Baorong and the others to show off.
Many of these country bumpkins don't know that there's a city called Marseille in France. In the eyes of many, there's only one city in France, and that's Paris! When Liu Baorong and the others learned that Xiao Peng lived in Marseille, some even thought he was hunting lions in Africa!
Even though the people of Marseille give it the nickname 'the capital of North Africa', this is definitely Europe and it is definitely France!
Xiao Peng came to Paris this time with the intention of taking pictures of the scenery and showing them to his classmates. I just didn't want to come to Paris.
"Huh? What's going on? What are these people doing?" Xiao Peng asked, pointing at some people.
In front of them was a group of men and women, all dressed like pilots from World War I, wearing leather flight caps and goggles, taking photos together in a lively atmosphere.
Kassin answered the question: "Boss, this is Roland Garros."
"Oh, I know Roland Garros. He's a French national hero who flew across the Mediterranean Sea in 1913. It was an incredible thing in that era. No wonder these people are dressed like this. This is for the Roland Garros a few years ago. What kind of football stadium is this? It's too small, right?" Xiao Peng asked an idiotic question.
Kasin's face was filled with gloom. "Boss, Roland Garros is a tennis stadium. Since its establishment in 1928, it has been the venue for the world's best tennis tournaments!"
"This is also the venue for the French Open," Walter added. "The French Open is the only Grand Slam tournament played on clay. The slower the court, the more dynamic the French Open is. For example, tennis star Pete Sampras has 14 Grand Slam titles, but never the French Open. This is a 'holy land' for tennis players."
Xiao Peng was a little embarrassed after hearing this: "Sorry buddy, we Chinese are not very familiar with tennis."
Kashin is Russian, and Russians love tennis very much. After hearing what Xiao Peng said, he said, "Well, Chinese people like table tennis and badminton, which we don't like to play!"
Xiao Peng said disdainfully, "Come on, it's not that you don't like playing, it's that you can't master it! Table tennis and badminton can both be said to have been invented by the British. Both the UK and the US used to be strong nations in these two sports, especially back when the US and Europe were world-class table tennis players. But they stopped playing when they couldn't beat China."
Walter laughed after hearing this: "That's right, they are so useless! Unlike us Germans who have always persisted!"
Germany's table tennis level has always been among the best in Europe, so he is so proud.
Walter was about to retort when someone suddenly ran towards them. Because they were running too fast, they couldn't stop the car and bumped into Kasim. Kasim was fine, but the woman fell directly to the ground.
It was a black girl. When she saw Kasim, she hugged Kasim's legs and cried, "Please save my friend! They are going to kill her."
"Who? Who did you kill?"