travel starts with photography

Chapter 128 Art Heights
It was dark in Paris, but Huaxia had just reached noon.

Chen Xing watched the video before going to bed, and there were already a lot of barrage and comments in it.

"Province flow: no face"

"Chen Xing went to Paris? Paris Stein, be careful."

"There are so many beauties in Paris. Why is everyone in Chen Xing's photos so beautiful? Is my lens not good enough? It seems that I should change the lens."

When Chen Xing saw this barrage, he thought to himself—Boss, I want to change too.

He said in the video that he answered questions from netizens before that it has nothing to do with the camera or the lens to take a bad photo. It is because the photographer is not good enough, or the model is not beautiful enough. If you really want to find a good-looking person , how to shoot how to look good.

There are 3000 to [-] million tourists in Paris every year, gathering travelers from all over the world, it is too easy to find a few beautiful girls.

Domestic big cities or tourist cities are better. If it is an ordinary third-tier city, it is difficult to find that kind of girl with a sense of camera on the street.

"It's not Italy if you don't steal it, it's not France if you don't rob it, it's not England if you don't cheat it, and America isn't it if you don't steal it..."

This is the most liked comment.

Someone below commented: "It's clear at a glance."

Chen Xing also joined in the fun and left a message under his comment: "IP Territory: Italy"

Other comments say that Paris is beautiful, others say that the environment is poor, or how they were stolen in Paris.

The place is a good place. Chen Xing likes the European architectural style and the scenery seen today, but security is definitely a problem.Although he hasn't encountered it yet, but seeing so many netizens complaining under his video, he also began to worry about the next itinerary.

After Abel led him for the past few days, he was going to go to other cities in France.

I hope other places are better than Paris.

The next day, Chen Xing went out at nine o'clock. He made an appointment with the American principal he met yesterday on the bench outside the Center Pompidou. Had breakfast in the cafe.

This time he tried the baguette with butter introduced by Dave, which is a mixture of sweet and salty, and the taste is much better than eating bread directly.

When it was almost ten o'clock, John came over. He was wearing a black suit and had his hair done. He looked very handsome. He was probably a handsome guy when he was young.

"John!" Chen Xing called out to him and called him over.

He looked at the things on Chen Xing's desk and said, "It seems that you are quite adapted to life in Paris, even the quintessence of the French has been learned by you."

National quintessence?What?
Eat baguette?
Chen Xing put this doubt aside for the time being, looked at his attire, then at himself, and said, "I don't want to wear formal clothes to visit some association?"

"The French don't wear formal clothes even if they go to work, just be casual. Don't look at me. I dress like this because I have something to do in the afternoon."

"I can rest assured that."

The Paris Art Association is at the Louvre, but the place John wants to take Chen Xing to is another important stronghold of the Art Association. He is located in the famous Montmartre Heights in the art world, also known as the Art Heights.

In the past, the Montmartre Heights was the place where the lowest people in Paris lived, thieves, drunkards, prostitutes, and of course the impoverished artists.

Today's Montmartre is no longer synonymous with poverty, but security is still worrying.

Chen Xing was reminded yesterday that he did not bring a DSLR when he came out this time, only a very concealed sports camera pinned to his chest.

This is what he bought before as a cover-up, even if it is stolen, it's nothing.

Chen Xing and John came here by subway, and after going up, what Chen Xing saw was street stalls all over the street.

All are for sale.

John walked with Chen Xing and said:

"In the past, there was a place called 'Laundry Boat' where many painters lived, not to mention Picasso. After all, it is a bit old, but Van Gogh, Renoir, Degas and others have lived here. If you will The stories of these painters here are written into a book, so I don’t know how thick it is.”

"I guess that's where you're taking me."

"Smart! Yes, but it's only half true. The previous laundry boat has been burned down by fire, and the current house is just rebuilt on the original site. It has nothing to do with the original building...it is the building in front. "

Chen Xing looked at the place he pointed to. It was surrounded by cafes full of tourists. It was small in size and full of unknown trees. Artists set up wooden shelves under the branches to hang their works for sale.

Chen Xing took a few glances, and found that the quality of the paintings was worse than those in the gallery.

John said: "These paintings are for tourists. If you want to buy paintings, there are better places to go. They are cheaper and of a higher standard."

"I'll just look around, there are a lot of painters here."

"That's why it's called Art Heights."

Chen Xing couldn't guarantee that everyone who set up a street stall here was a painter, but he saw that many people around him were painting things, some were painting watercolors, some were painting oil paintings, some were sketching, but none of them It is really not easy to see Chinese ink and wash paintings in this place.

Follow John into the new 'laundry boat' where there are still some painters.

From the density of everyone's seats, we can also see the status of the people here. Those with a relatively high density should be painters of similar level. If the density is low, and someone is watching, then they are more or less well-known painters. Maybe the tens of thousands of euro paintings that Chen Xing saw were all created from here.

"John!"

Someone called them from a distance, John saw it, took Chen Xing over and said, "Xing, this is Coburn, the vice president of the Paris Art Association."

Coburn was Asian, with jet-black hair, eyes, and an Asian face.

Before Chen Xing could say hello, Coburn said, "Xing? Are you from Huaxia?"

"Uh... yes, I'm from Huaxia Sichuan Province."

He originally wanted to greet him in French, but suddenly he heard the man utter a sentence in Chinese. Chen Xing was not used to it, but his Chinese accent should be from the Cantonese area, which was rather blunt.

"I am also Chinese, from Xiangjiang." He introduced himself enthusiastically.

Coburn is his French name, and his Chinese name is Zhou Jiahao. He came to France with his parents when he was 12 years old, graduated from the Paris Academy of Fine Arts, and then went to Japan before returning to Paris.

An old friend brought a Chinese fellow over here. Chairman Zhou was in a good mood and chatted with Chen Xing in Chinese for a long time.

It wasn't until John, who couldn't understand Chinese, angrily stopped, that the two switched to French.

Chairman Zhou invited a young painter to come over and asked him to take Chen Xing around here. John said, "No need, I can do it myself."

He didn't expect to meet Coburn here, and he brought Chen Xing here mainly to show him the photography collection here.

Although the Paris Art Association is not a museum, the collection of various products in the association is extremely rich, and all of them are not much worse than some small museums.

(End of this chapter)