We had another crazy storm this evening. I walked all the way from the
musee d’orsay to the eiffel tower. When I got there, I saw dark clouds
and I got so afraid! I was so traumatised by our little tornado
incident. I never filled you in on what happened to eiko, asa and I on
our first night, did I? Here goes…
We were walking down the seine after a little wade in that pond by the
eiffel tower. The sky had strange clouds in it. Eiko said “hey don’t
those clouds look like something out of that movie, Day After Tomorrow?”
the wind started to pick up and the sand from the walkway was blowing
around. I couldn’t open my eyes. I had to turn my body away from the
wind becuase of all the sand in the air. Then it started to sting us.
Through our clothes the sand was stinging us. Eiko and I were wearing
skirts. It hurt, we were starting to scream. We started thinking this
was a tornado. A very large branch fell out of a tree right by Asa. I
thought Paris is experiencing a tornado. We hit the ground and huddled
together along the wall the runs along the Seine. Asa yelled to keep our
heads down. It was so terrifying. It seems so surreal now. I thought we
would be blown away. Then suddenly it went dead calm. I thought we were
in the eye of a tornado, I was so terrified. But it had passes. The sky
was yellow all along the seine as high as you could see, from all the
sand that had been sucked into the air. Asa took us to a bridge to wait out the storm. I was so scared. I was shaking. We were all covered with sand. I was so scared to be under a metal bridge, next to a river in such unpredictable weather, and with thunder clouds rolling in. I thought we could make it to some place safe and dry. We tried to make it but got caught out in the storm. It was a monsoon, we were wetter than wet. The wind was howling and the rain stung. We made it to a a cafe and they let us come in, soaked as we were. I haven’t been that scared in a long time. So now I can’t enjoy the Seine if there are any dark clouds in the sky.
I’m drinking lots of orangina here. Its the pulp, baby! –alanna