It was dark in Paris, but it was just noon in China. Before going to bed, Chen Xing watched the video, and there were already a lot of barrages and comments in it.

"Provincial: No face"

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

"There are so many beauties in Paris, why is everyone photographed by Chen Xing so good-looking, is it because my lens is not good enough? Looks like it's time for a different lens. When Chen Xing saw this barrage, he thought to himself - Elder, I also want to change.

He said in the video that he answered netizens' questions before, it doesn't matter if you don't take photos well with the camera or lens, it's because the photographer's level is not enough, or the model is not beautiful enough.

There are 20 to 30 million tourists in Paris every year, and travelers from all over the world gather, and it is too easy to find a few beautiful girls.

It's a little better in a big city or a travel city in China, but if it's an ordinary third-tier city, it's hard to find that kind of girl with a sense of camera on the street.

"If you don't steal, it's not Italy, if you don't rob, it's not France, if you don't cheat, it's not England, if you steal and cheat America......" This is the most liked comment.

Someone left a message below: "At a glance. Chen Xing also joined in the fun and left a message under his comment: "IP Territory: Italy" Other comments said that Paris was beautiful, and some said that the environment was very poor, or how he was stolen in Paris.

The place is a good place, the European architectural style and those scenery seen today, Chen Xing likes it very much, but security is definitely a problem.

Although he hasn't encountered it yet, watching so many netizens complain under his video, he also began to worry about the next trip.

At the end of the few days when Abel was leading him, he was ready to go for a walk to other cities in France.

I hope other places are a little better than Paris. The next day, Chen Xing went out at nine o'clock, and he made an appointment with the American principal he met yesterday to meet on a bench outside the Centre Pompidou, and he arrived at the place more than half an hour early and had breakfast in a café where he met.

This time he tried Dave's baguette with butter, which is a sweet and salty mixture that tastes much better than eating bread straight.

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

"John!" Chen Xing shouted at him and called him over. He looked at the things on Chen Xing's table and said, "It seems that you are quite adapted to life in Paris, and even the quintessence of the French has been learned by you." "The quintessence of the country?

What? Eating baguettes? Chen Xing put this doubt aside for the time being, looked at his dress, looked at himself again, and said, "You won't go to visit that association to wear formal clothes, right?" ”

"French people don't wear formal clothes even to work, just be casual, don't look at me, I'm dressed like this because there is something else in the afternoon."

"Then I'll be relieved." The Paris Art Society is on the side of the Louvre, but the place where John wants to take Chen Xing is another important stronghold of the Art Society, he is in the Montmartre Heights, which is very famous in the art world, also known as the Art Heights.

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

Today, Montmartre is no longer synonymous with poverty, but security is still a concern. Chen Xing was reminded yesterday that he didn't bring a SLR when he came out this time, and only pinned a very hidden action camera to his chest.

This is what he bought before as a cover-up, and even if it is stolen, it is nothing. Chen Xing and John took the subway to get here, and after going up, Chen Xing saw stalls all over the street.

It's all about selling paintings. John took Chen Xing and said: "In the past, there was a place called 'Laundry Boat', and many painters lived in it, not to mention Picasso, after all, the age is a bit old, but Van Gogh, Renoir, Degas and others have lived here." If the stories of these painters here were to be written into a book, I don't know how thick it would be. ”

"I guess that's where you're going to take me."

"Clever! Yes, but only half right, the former laundry boat has been burned by fire, and the current house is only rebuilt on the original site, and has nothing to do with the original building...... It's the building in front of you. Chen Xing looked to the place he pointed, and it was surrounded by a small café full of tourists, planted with unknown trees, and the painters erected wooden shelves under the branches to hang their works for sale.

Chen Xing took a few looks, and the quality of the paintings was inferior compared to those in the gallery. "These paintings are for tourists, and if you're going to buy them, there's a better place to go, cheaper, and at a higher level," John said. ”

"I'll take a casual look, there are a lot of painters here."

"That's why it's called the Art Heights." Chen Xing didn't dare to guarantee that everyone who set up a stall here was a painter, but he saw that there were many people around him who were painting things, some painting watercolors, some painting oil paintings, and some sketching, but there was no Chinese ink painting, and it was really not easy to see ink painting in this place.

Follow John into the new 'laundry boat', where there are still some painters. From the density of everyone's seats, you can also see what the status of the people here is, the higher density should be the painters who are not far from the same level, the density is less, and there are people observing, then more or less a well-known painter, maybe the paintings that Chen Xing saw tens of thousands of euros were created from here.

"John!" Someone called them from a distance, and John saw it, took Chen Xing over and said, "Xing, this is Cockburn, the vice president of the Paris Art Society." "Cockburn is Asian, with dark hair, eyes, and Asian faces.

Before Chen Xing could say hello, Cockburn said, "Star? Are you from Huaxia? ”

"Uh...... Yes, I am from Huaxia Sichuan Province. He originally wanted to greet him in French, but suddenly heard this person burst out a sentence in Chinese, Chen Xing was quite unaccustomed, but listening to him say that the accent of Chinese should be Cantonese, which is more blunt.

"I'm also Chinese, a native of Xiangjiang." He introduced himself very enthusiastically. Coburn is his French name, Chinese name Zhou Jiahao, 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 and back to Paris.

An old friend brought a Chinese fellow over to him, and President Zhou was in a very good mood and chatted with Chen Xing in Chinese for a long time.

It wasn't until John, who couldn't understand Chinese, angrily called a halt, that the two switched to French. President Zhou beckoned a young painter over and asked him to take Chen Xing around here, and John said, "No need, I'll just come by myself." He didn't expect to meet Cockburn here, and he brought Chen Xing here mainly to show him the photography collection here.

Although the Musée des Arts de Paris is not a museum, it has a very rich collection of products, all of which are not much worse than some of the smaller museums.