TRAVELLIVE 12-2016
Christmas is coming with the Jingle Bell’s song played at every corner of the capital. In the early morning, I walk to the post office, holding some handmade cards filled with sweet wishes for my loved ones. Christmas is always the best time to spread love and I feel like a young child waiting for it. People wait in long lines at the post office. I join the line, waiting for my turn to send some postcards abroad. In front of me are two cute boys nestling behind their mother. The younger one, about 9 years old, is telling his brother “Santa Claus will give gifts to me because I am nicer than you. You haven’t prepared gifts for dad, not to mention that your letter doesn’t have a stamp on it.” The little boy loses his train of thought, holding his letter higher to see where the stamp is. He keeps it for a while that I see his lovely writing “To my bearded dad”. Perhaps, the stamp has been lost somewhere on the way here or his mother forgot to stick it on his letter. “Hey boy, it’s for you”, I put my hand in my pocket, found a stamp and gave it to the boy. The two boys looked at me and hesitantly took it after their mother nodded to them. They expressed their gratitude and smiled happily, knowing that their letters would be delivered to their beloved dad. Leaving the post office, I still hope that their father could come home to celebrated Christmas with his family. After all, the most valued Christmas gifts are sharing moments with friends and family. Travellive would like to express our gratitude to our partners and readers for being a part of our journeys. We wish you a merry Christmas!
Christmas is coming with the Jingle Bell’s song played at every corner of the capital. In the early morning, I walk to the post office, holding some handmade cards filled with sweet wishes for my loved ones. Christmas is always the best time to spread love and I feel like a young child waiting for it.
People wait in long lines at the post office. I join the line, waiting for my turn to send some postcards abroad. In front of me are two cute boys nestling behind their mother. The younger one, about 9 years old, is telling his brother “Santa Claus will give gifts to me because I am nicer than you. You haven’t prepared gifts for dad, not to mention that your letter doesn’t have a stamp on it.”
The little boy loses his train of thought, holding his letter higher to see where the stamp is. He keeps it for a while that I see his lovely writing “To my bearded dad”. Perhaps, the stamp has been lost somewhere on the way here or his mother forgot to stick it on his letter. “Hey boy, it’s for you”, I put my hand in my pocket, found a stamp and gave it to the boy. The two boys looked at me and hesitantly took it after their mother nodded to them. They expressed their gratitude and smiled happily, knowing that their letters would be delivered to their beloved dad.
Leaving the post office, I still hope that their father could come home to celebrated Christmas with his family. After all, the most valued Christmas gifts are sharing moments with friends and family.
Travellive would like to express our gratitude to our partners and readers for being a part of our journeys. We wish you a merry Christmas!
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ßïN HOÄNG H§N ô LE MARAIS<br />
Le Marais, Æi”m Æ’n yu th›ch cÒa<br />
nh˜ng tr∏i tim yu t˘ do, sÎ h˜u<br />
hµng loπt nh˜ng cˆa hµng kh∏c<br />
nhau: cˆa hµng ÆÂ cÊ, phflng<br />
tranh, qu∏n bar cho ng≠Íi ÆÂng<br />
t›nh, thÍi trang cho c∏c t›n ÆÂ nhπc rock,<br />
thÍi trang may m∆c trn v∂i batik, ÆÂ bπc,<br />
nhi’p ∂nh, thÍi trang lµm tı len Cashmere<br />
cÔng r†t nhi“u qu∏n cafä mang phong c∏ch<br />
concept-store.<br />
ThÛ vfi nh†t lµ mÁi khi bæt g∆p h◊nh ∂nh<br />
nh˜ng cˆa hµng thÍi trang c„ th≠¨ng hi÷u<br />
tn tuÊi “chen vai th›ch c∏nh” vÌi nh˜ng<br />
ti÷m friperie chuyn b∏n ÆÂ cÚ. VÀy mµ<br />
nh˜ng cˆa hµng thÍi trang gi∏ m“m v…n<br />
Æ´ng ng≠Íi vµo ra h¨n c∂.<br />
N’u theo d‚i c∏c blogger thÍi trang nÊi ti’ng<br />
th’ giÌi, bπn sœ th≠Íng xuyn bæt g∆p c∂nh<br />
h‰ lÔng sÙc trong nh˜ng kho ÆÂ cÚ Î Le<br />
Marais, Æ” rÂi sung s≠Ìng khu©n v“ c∏i Æ«m<br />
vintage, chi’c c∆p da tı thÍi ´ng ngoπi hay<br />
Æ´i khi lµ c∂ chi’c ∏o m®ng-t´ Æ∑ ngıng xu†t<br />
hi÷n trn Æ≠Íng phË c∂ chÙc n®m nay. ßi“u<br />
ng‰t ngµo nh†t Î Æ©y ch›nh lµ gi∏ c∂. Bπn chÿ<br />
c«n chu»n bfi kho∂ng 10 Euro cho mÈt chi’c<br />
tÛi vµ 30 Euro cho mÈt ∏o vest da.<br />
Vµ Æ” k’t lπi buÊi chi“u lang thang Le<br />
Marais, bao giÍ t´i cÚng t◊m Æ’n Qu∂ng<br />
tr≠Íng Vosges, qu∂ng tr≠Íng cÊ nh†t Paris,<br />
Æ≠Óc x©y d˘ng vµo n®m 1605 nh©n k˚ ni÷m<br />
Æ∏m c≠Ìi vua Louis XIII vµ c´ng chÛa Anna<br />
cÒa n≠Ìc Éo. Nh˜ng d∑y nhµ chπy ÆËi x¯ng<br />
´m l†y qu∂ng tr≠Íng nh≠ mÈt s˘ che chÎ,<br />
giÛp bπn tho∏t ly kh·i nh˜ng ©m thanh Ân ∑<br />
cÒa phË ph≠Íng ngoµi kia. Tπi thÍi Æi”m Æ„,<br />
ngÂi gh’ Æ∏ c´ng vin ngæm nh˜ng hµng<br />
c©y Æang d«n thay l∏, t∂n bÈ trn d∑y hµnh<br />
lang mµu gπch Æ· hay ngæm ngh›a nh˜ng<br />
m∏i nhµ t‹nh l∆ng in trn n“n trÍi Æang<br />
Æ≠Óc nhuÈm hÂng Æ“u lµ nh˜ng l˘a ch‰n<br />
thÀt l∑ng mπn.<br />
Ring m◊nh, t´i th›ch tπt vµo qu∏n Ma<br />
Bourgogne ngay g«n Æ„, g‰i mÈt ly vang Æ·<br />
cho ti÷p vÌi mµu trÍi. Nh≠ng g‰i tn nh∑n<br />
r≠Óu nµo th◊ cfln ph∂i tÔy vµo gÓi ˝ cÒa anh<br />
bÂi n˜a ch¯!<br />
Vë TRê:<br />
ü Le Marais<br />
thuÈc quÀn 4<br />
Paris. Bπn c„ th”<br />
bæt mätro Æ’n<br />
hai b’n thuÀn<br />
ti÷n nh†t lµ<br />
H´tel de Ville vµ<br />
Saint-Paul.<br />
<strong>TRAVELLIVE</strong> 117
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