tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80116472595610002072024-01-29T09:29:50.525+01:00Just Another American in ParisStray thoughts from 1 of the 50,000Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601542052605334407noreply@blogger.comBlogger975125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011647259561000207.post-48723408152093462832023-04-13T16:30:00.000+02:002023-04-13T16:30:19.216+02:00Me Elsewhere<p>I love Paris and I love looking back on my experiences and thoughts about it. But as it turns out, I've run out of things to say, at least for now. I was in Paris for 3 days last June and while it was wonderful in every respect, I could not find the energy or the reason to blog about it. Plus I'm not sure when I'll be back. A number of people close to me have passed away in the last year or so -- some after long illnesses and others quite unexpectedly -- and that has made me realize that I shouldn't put off traveling more expansively. So Paris will have to wait.</p><p>In the meantime, I've rebooted <a href="https://justanotherdayinwashingtondc.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">my DC blog</a> and will be posting there semi-regularly with a mix of photos, anecdotes, and longer musings on a range of topics. I hope you'll join me there. And if not, although some of my posts here may no longer be reliable for planning your trip, there are still some evergreen nuggets to enjoy (again and maybe again). </p>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601542052605334407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011647259561000207.post-50012907435184831032017-05-18T02:12:00.001+02:002017-05-18T02:27:14.470+02:00It's true: Paris is always a good idea<a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlZCKvSvdC8/WRpZgnAclsI/AAAAAAAAEXM/muo_qBritvMXX8wTiHFoI66LWPbKm05zgCLcB/s1600/IMG_0520.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DlZCKvSvdC8/WRpZgnAclsI/AAAAAAAAEXM/muo_qBritvMXX8wTiHFoI66LWPbKm05zgCLcB/s640/IMG_0520.JPG" width="640" /></a>In the two years since my last post here, I've been back to Paris twice but on those occasions, it was only as a jumping off point to adventures elsewhere. In each case, I landed at CDG in the wee hours and spent the day fighting off the haze left by a trans-Atlantic flight before heading out of town the next morning. And don't get me wrong, while each of those little visits felt like a good long drag of the drug that I've come to know as Paris, neither seemed worthy of noting here.<br />
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But on Sunday, May 7, after almost a week in Brittany spent hiking and hanging out at a friend's holiday home, I found myself in Paris at midday, without a trace of jet lag and my French language skills already firing on all cylinders. Like so many of the days I had spent exploring Paris -- while kids were in school and my husband was at the office -- I was on my own with no one to answer to but me.<br />
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And so I walked. From the station at Montparnasse to the Jardin du Luxembourg, stopping only for a jambon beurre and a bottle of water to savor on a green lawn chair overlooking the fountain where little kids were pushing sailboats with poles and joggers attired in scarves were running their circuits. Down the Boulevard St. Michel and across the Seine. By Notre Dame, where a line of tourists stretched the full length of the parvis. Across the Seine again and along the quai, closed to cars but open to bikers and strollers. <br />
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It was gray and misty, and in some ways, it felt like I'd never left: the smell of fresh bread wafting out of corner bakeries; flowers for sale on the sidewalk; women bundled up in shades of black, gray, tan, and the occasional audacious pop of maroon or navy; the plain volumes of Gallimard imprints featured in the bookshop windows; the chestnut trees with their pink and white blooms.<br />
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But there were signs of change too. My visit to the Louvre was delayed by two hours, the entrances to the esplanade, where preparations were underway for Emmanuel Macron's victory party later that night, temporarily closed off due to a security threat. The African trinket sellers had added selfie sticks to their collection of wares. And even into the evening hours, grocery stores and boutiques still had their doors open for business.<br />
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As a tourist, any deeper changes were opaque to me and it was the little things that counted. Early on Monday morning, I went in search of a pastry to savor before the flight home. The street cleaners were out with their tiny vehicles and green plastic brooms. City workers were taking down the market stalls along the Boulevard Edgar Quinet. I still didn't have correct change for madame at the boulangerie but that was her problem, not mine. As the airport bus headed out of town, I drank in the street scenes and just as we pulled out of Place de la Nation towards the Périphérique, I took one last glance back and saw the Eiffel Tower peeking out from low hanging clouds.<br />
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Years ago, a friend, whose career had included assignments in far flung corners of Africa and Asia, described coming back to the U.S. like putting on a favorite pair of old jeans. The metaphor resonated upon our return in 2011 when we slipped back into the comfortable rhythms of our American life. But last week I realized: if to me, DC is a pair of well-loved jeans, then Paris is the timeless little black dress hanging in the back of my closet. And it's good to know that even if I don't have a place to wear it every day, every now and then, I can take it off the hanger, zip it up, and it still fits perfectly. And that is always a good idea.Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601542052605334407noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011647259561000207.post-87028376881525564712014-12-04T23:38:00.001+01:002014-12-04T23:38:29.777+01:00Encore Une Fois<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love the wooosh that my iPhone makes when I send an email. But the wooosh of a week gone by in Paris, not so much. Anticipated for months and all of a sudden it's over and I'm back to the routines of my DC life.<br />
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Paris at Thanksgiving seemed like a great idea - a week with school holidays so my kids wouldn't fall too far behind, but more importantly, a week when the people who meant so much to our Paris experience, and whom we missed during our last trip at Christmas 2012, would be around.<br />
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And as it turned out, Paris at Thanksgiving gave us a few days of blue skies, others gray but dry, temperatures in the 50s and the right mix of sightseeing and hanging out with friends. Inspired in part by my 15 year old daughter's plan to spend the week walking and eating, I logged 123,262 steps on my Fitbit wandering the streets. It was a rush of the familiar -- rattan c<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">afé</span> </span>chairs lining the sidewalks, the sound of klaxons, the taciturn cashiers in Monoprix demanding exact change, the tangy taste of Poil<span style="line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">â</span></span>ne's small rye loaf studded with raisins -- and sights I'd almost forgotten: men in their scarves, adults on scooters, women whose hair was dyed an unnatural shade of red, the fact that a 5 centime piece is bigger than a 10. I loved just letting it all wash over me: the din of the dinner service at busy Cr<span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>ê</b></span></span>perie Josselin in Montparnasse with its crispy galettes laden with cheese, butter, eggs, and ham, the crush of the outdoor market on a Sunday morning with lines forming for the best vegetables, cheeses, and meats, the yeasty smell of the neighborhood boulangerie and the trilled "Bonjour madame" from the lady behind the counter. <br />
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And there was plenty new to savor as well. The delightful Jardin des Rosiers-Joseph Migneret off a passageway from the rue des Rosiers in the Marais, the perfect spot to savor the 6 euro lunch from L'As du Fallafel. Frank Gehry's Fondation LV, galleries still almost empty but the building seemingly ready to set sail in the Bois de Boulogne. Steak frites at Le Severo in the 14th. The treasure trove of work (albeit poorly organized) at the <span style="color: #252525; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Musée Picasso</span></span> which had been shuttered throughout the four years we lived in Paris. Walking along Les berges de Seine on a Sunday afternoon where we encountered an exuberant group doing Zumba. Splurging on a special dinner for two with wine pairings at Verjus.<br />
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Then there were the visits with friends -- coffee perched on an antique chair in the salon of an elderly lady in the 17th, a tour of an apartment under renovation in the 6th where my friend's parents, grandparents, and great grandparents had all lived, and a day spent marketing, cooking, and catching up with a group of women with whom I'd spent so many days exploring Paris. They seemed delighted with the canned pumpkin, cranberries, and chipotle peppers I had packed as gifts, And to be honest, I didn't miss the turkey, stuffing, and sweet potatoes one bit.<br />
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On our last night in Paris, after dinner at a friend's apartment in the 8th, we made our way back on Metro line 6 to the apartment we had rented in the 15th. At midnight, as the train passed over the Seine on the Pont de Bir-Hakeim, the Eiffel Tower lit up and twinkled at us. It was pure magic.<br />
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A thousand thanks to the folks at <a href="http://haveninparis.com/" target="_blank">Haven in Paris</a> for providing such a fabulous base for our visit. I wasn't sure that we could afford a HiP property but the off-season discount made our two bedroom, two bath flat a steal. Well located, clean, and comfortable. I couldn't have asked for more.<br />
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I'll close with something I've always wanted to do -- share a snippet of the sounds that mean Paris to me. So take a listen. Beneath the accordion, you can hear passengers conversing, the subway car doors opening and closing, the rush of the train on the tracks.<br />
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The United flight from Washington, DC to Paris arrives at 6:30 in the morning, a time at which, in late December, Paris skies are still pitch black and the only cafe customers are men taking their little cups of coffee at the counter. By nine, the key to our friend's apartment retrieved, codes entered and small elevators crammed with suitcases, teeth brushed and faces washed, the desire to take a good long nap put on hold, we made it to Trocadero to see a blinding sun peeking out from behind the Eiffel Tower. Ah Paris.<br />
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Being back in Paris as visitors was every bit as magical as I had hoped for in the long months since I paid big bucks for plane tickets for our family of four. Even though many of our friends were off on their own holidays, Paris showed us her best face with relatively mild temperatures and relatively little rain that allowed me to walk the quartiers almost to my heart's content, replaying favorite memories and revisiting favorite haunts. It was a greatest hits tour of Paris, a Paris where the sometimes frustrating rhythms and routines faced by residents were all but nonexistent.<br />
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There was one quick visit to the Orsay, newly
renovated since our departure in 2011, a spin through Victor Hugo's apartment
in the Place des Vosges to gear up for seeing the new Les Miserables film, and
a morning at normally closed Musée des Arts Forains with Mary Kay of <a href="http://www.outandaboutinparis.com/2012/12/escape-into-marvelous-world-of-musee.html#comment-form"><span style="color: #0000f6;">Out and About in Paris</span></a>. But mostly, I
was in the mode of absorbing the sights, sounds, and smells of Paris -- the
click made by a big wooden street door once the proper code is entered, the
delicious odor of baking bread and roasting chickens, the white and black of
limestone and wrought iron silhouetted against blue skies. We had lovely
meals at L'Entredgeu in the 17th and Abri in the 10th, ate more than our fill
of fresh baguettes with salted butter, and went through carnets of Metro
tickets like Kleenex. There was delightful banter with a salesman at the
Marché Saint<span style="color: #1a1a1a;">-</span>Pierr<span style="color: #1a1a1a;">e,
Lebanese crepes at the Wilson Market, rides along the Seine on the 63 bus, and
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<span style="color: #1a1a1a;">In the end, I'd say that Thomas Wolfe
got it completely wrong. You can go home again, as we did 18 months ago
to the land of 24 hour drug stores, fresh bagels and hot salsa, lawns to be
mowed and careers to be jumpstarted. And to Paris too, our second home
forever more, the only question being --how soon until we can go back?</span></div>
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<br />Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601542052605334407noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011647259561000207.post-59091677934523419912011-07-02T08:04:00.005+02:002011-07-02T08:04:00.903+02:00Au Revoir<object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" height="240" id="vp1lRjib" width="432"><param name="movie" value="http://static.animoto.com/swf/w.swf?w=swf/vp1&e=1304875738&f=lRjibfUwXl0qBpBFXsZFyw&d=193&m=b&r=360p&volume=100&start_res=360p&i=m&options="></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed id="vp1lRjib" src="http://static.animoto.com/swf/w.swf?w=swf/vp1&e=1304875738&f=lRjibfUwXl0qBpBFXsZFyw&d=193&m=b&r=360p&volume=100&start_res=360p&i=m&options=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="432" height="240"></embed></object><br />
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By the time many of you see this video, we will be on a plane, winging our way back across the Atlantic to our home in Washington, DC. While I'm sad that our Parisian adventure is over and cannot watch this video without welling up, my heart is filled with joy from the amazing experiences we've had and the many wonderful friends we've made.<br />
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In writing this blog, I've been purposefully oblique about many details of my family life. The video finally reveals some of these, including photos of our neighborhood, my children, my husband, and yes, even one of me. As for the song choice, it's not a bit Parisian but the words seemed to capture what I most want to say to those with whom I spent time here and to Paris herself.<br />
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I remain undecided as to whether I will continue to blog back in DC. But if I do, I'll post here to let you know where to find me. In any case, my thanks to everyone who has followed along with our adventure. It was my pleasure to write about the experience of being an American in Paris and I'm honored that so many of you seemed to enjoy it just as much.Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601542052605334407noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011647259561000207.post-80761956439783286062011-07-01T08:03:00.001+02:002011-07-01T08:03:00.305+02:00Of Rats and MenWe're coming down to the wire here and I realize that there's not time to write about my visit to the royal palace at Compiegne, Anish Kapoor's Leviathan installation at the Grand Palais which I visited twice, dinner at Spring (after they cancelled our lunch reservation....grrrr), and half a dozen other things that I never got around to saying much about. So it goes.<br />
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But I could not leave Paris without taking the time to pass by the shop of Julien Aurouze on rue des Halles where it runs into rue de Rivoli. I can't remember where I first read about Aurouze but I was reminded of this firm, which has been in the business of exterminating rats and other vermin since 1872, when reading David D. Downie's book <a href="http://justanotheramericaninparis.blogspot.com/2011/05/paris-paris.html">Paris, Paris</a>. It actually had a cameo appearance in the movie <em>Ratatouille</em> in a memorable scene in which the main character Remy is taken by his father to the shop (where dead rat trophies hang in the window) to illustrate the point that humans can't be trusted. And yes, there really are dead rats, captured and stuffed around 1925, hanging in the window.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Even though I've never actually seen a rat in Paris, I looked at that window and thought, "Done. My Parisian experience is complete." The funny thing is though that of all the things I've since read about Aurouze's shop, no one ever mentions the fact that the business next door is a boulangerie. Yummy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8VK0-gb4g_k/TgtVnYlR-oI/AAAAAAAADtU/af-YVlNCUtk/s1600/IMG_7069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8VK0-gb4g_k/TgtVnYlR-oI/AAAAAAAADtU/af-YVlNCUtk/s400/IMG_7069.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601542052605334407noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011647259561000207.post-7361722671266587012011-06-30T07:58:00.002+02:002011-06-30T07:58:00.919+02:00What My Husband Will Miss about Paris<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xk7PV-cCsbY/Tb2z5_5k_RI/AAAAAAAADcU/PH4dKzXkCY0/s1600/IMG_1095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xk7PV-cCsbY/Tb2z5_5k_RI/AAAAAAAADcU/PH4dKzXkCY0/s400/IMG_1095.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>For one thing, the view right outside the front door of his office building. There's nothing quite like that in Arlington, Virginia.Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601542052605334407noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011647259561000207.post-88502146170424673522011-06-29T08:06:00.004+02:002011-06-29T08:06:00.187+02:00Ten Things My Kids Say They Will Miss About Paris<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NYA0Q2jb5gs/TfcHoCEihHI/AAAAAAAADr8/rc7ZQRYaGwg/s1600/arc.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NYA0Q2jb5gs/TfcHoCEihHI/AAAAAAAADr8/rc7ZQRYaGwg/s400/arc.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /></a><br />
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I've asked my kids many times to reflect on their experiences and it's a little bit like pulling teeth. And now that school is out, while they're happy to read for pleasure, writing is not high on their list of priorities. I'm sure one day they'll look back on this experience and be amazed by their good fortune. Perhaps, they'll even be moved to write about it. But for the moment, when asked what they'll most miss about Paris, the best I could do is this. <br />
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<ol><li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Bread, bread, bread</li>
<li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The métro</li>
<li>Watching the searchlight of the Eiffel Tower reflected in the courtyard outside my bedroom window when I'm falling asleep</li>
<li>Going to movies on the Champs-Élysées </li>
<li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Salted butter and speculoos spread</li>
<li>Being able to walk everywhere</li>
<li>Shopping on rue de Passy</li>
<li>Pastries</li>
<li>Going out to eat at L'Entrecôte</li>
<li>My friends</li>
</ol>Rough life, huh?<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZckeAy68Q4/TfcIhOpq-KI/AAAAAAAADsA/njpBRu4Ws0A/s1600/croissants+in+case.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZckeAy68Q4/TfcIhOpq-KI/AAAAAAAADsA/njpBRu4Ws0A/s400/croissants+in+case.JPG" t8="true" width="265" /></a>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601542052605334407noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011647259561000207.post-77663344948893638222011-06-28T08:04:00.001+02:002011-06-28T08:04:00.702+02:00Ten Days in Turkey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">If you've been wondering why I've been on radio silence with respect to your comments recently, it's only because we spent the past 10 days in Turkey, a kind of last hurrah for our international adventure. I managed to post plenty in advance of our departure but thankfully was disconnected from the computer for the duration of our trip.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Our Turkish holidays was a study in contrasts: a relaxing week on a <em>gullet</em>, a Turkish style yacht, cruising the waters of southwestern Turkey from Göcek to Andriake, followed by two nights in busy Istanbul. On the Mediterranean, our days were spent kayaking along the rocky coast, hiking to the sites of the ancient Lycians, snorkeling over sunken ruins, reading, and napping. With its pink sunrises, turquoise seas, and trails we shared only with goats, the setting was almost zen. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">In Istanbul, our short stay was a whirlwind of visits to mosques, museums, haggling over carpets (which in the end we decided not to buy), and wandering both the busy Bazaar quarter and the quiet back streets of the Sultanahmet. Women in head scarves and those in full burqa; vendors hawking corn on the cob, watermelon, umbrellas, and ice cream; tour groups from cruise ships and families out enjoying lovely weekend weather; and the din of the call to prayer over tinny loudspeakers made for a colorful and chaotic scene.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Paris can be kind of coy. Her people take a while to warm up to you (or at least to understand your pathetic attempts at speaking French) and lovely spots are often hidden behind locked gates. Short person that I am, I walked past this entrance many times without noticing a thing. Then one day, riding the bus and perched high above my usual vantage point, I noticed the staircase and greenery within. These residents seem to have the best of both worlds -- close to the action on the street but buffered from the noise and fumes. <em>Pas mal</em>.</div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601542052605334407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011647259561000207.post-2481873320610573452011-06-25T07:55:00.001+02:002011-06-25T07:55:00.358+02:00Ten Things I Won't Miss About ParisYou've heard it all before but I'm saying it again, more than anything to remind myself that life in Paris, like life anyplace else, has its unpleasant and annoying moments. And even the trick of adding "in Paris" to the end of these phrases (as in "I'm sick.....in Paris, or "I just spilled coffee down the front of my favorite shirt....in Paris") doesn't make them any more enjoyable. So without further ado, here are 10 things about Paris that I'm pretty sure I won't miss:<br />
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<li>Bagging groceries</li>
<li>Calcium deposits from the tap that leave a brown sheen on the kitchen sink and a film of white on anything chrome</li>
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<li>Cold, gray miserable weather for days on end</li>
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<li>Sidewalks mined with dog poop</li>
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<ul><li>The three semi-inebriated <em>clochards </em>who hang out on my corner </li>
<li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Living in a haze of cigarette smoke</li>
<li>The white tile on my kitchen floor</li>
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<div></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601542052605334407noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011647259561000207.post-77306143926219699352011-06-24T07:58:00.002+02:002011-06-24T07:58:00.491+02:00Remembrance of Things Paris<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xzy9JbGJD5Q/TesPkY1qJsI/AAAAAAAADm4/Nf1J4bPecuk/s1600/reichl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xzy9JbGJD5Q/TesPkY1qJsI/AAAAAAAADm4/Nf1J4bPecuk/s200/reichl.jpg" t8="true" width="129" /></a></div>There's an image of Ruth Reichl's <em>Remembrance of Things Paris</em> over in the sidebar of this page marked "What I'm Reading" But that's a lie. I'm not reading anything now. Maybe it's the craziness of moving or a yen to watch movies but for whatever reason, I don't have a lot of patience for reading at the moment. And maybe I've just had it with books about Paris. So to be honest, I haven't read every piece in this anthology of articles about culinary Paris originally published in <em>Gourmet</em> from the 1940s to the present. Some read like ancient history, describing a Paris that is no more real to me than a page in a dusty book. Others delve deeply into technique and dish out recipes with a daunting number of steps. And then there are some more contemporary memoirs, some sweet, some funny that touched just the right note. In particular, I enjoyed "An Insincere Cassoulet," by Michael Lewis, a piece I had originally read in the magazine back in 2001. I mean, who could resist these words?<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><em>Remembrance of Things Paris</em> is probably not the kind of book you should plan to read in a single sitting, or even in a single vacation. Better to let it marinate on your nightstand, in your commuting bag, or wherever you have your morning coffee, ready to be picked up and delved into in small increments. Les Halles and <em>Gourmet</em> may both be gone but with this anthology, they'll never be far away.</div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601542052605334407noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011647259561000207.post-72738110261301118332011-06-23T08:01:00.001+02:002011-06-23T08:01:01.145+02:00La Tour EiffelBecause it's impossible to have too many pictures of the Eiffel Tower, right? In any season, under any metereological conditions, at any time of day, from any angle or distance.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">And to think that the Parisians wanted to tear it down after the universal exposition in 1889! Nowadays, you can't say Paris without conjuring up an image of it.</div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601542052605334407noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011647259561000207.post-72452124249894711132011-06-22T08:03:00.001+02:002011-06-22T08:03:00.330+02:00Portrait of a Blogger<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4eRtb3ieEY/TfM_fzayK_I/AAAAAAAADpM/CueyQkxA9F8/s1600/IMG_6992.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4eRtb3ieEY/TfM_fzayK_I/AAAAAAAADpM/CueyQkxA9F8/s400/IMG_6992.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thought I'd finally post a photo of myself? Well kind of. I loved this bit of street art I happened upon while prowling around the streets of the 19th and 20th arrondissements. That would be me, walking and snapping.</div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601542052605334407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011647259561000207.post-5829847433383817992011-06-21T08:07:00.001+02:002011-06-21T08:07:01.353+02:00Le Grand Bordel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BeTpeRH1RVY/TfOvScJYvwI/AAAAAAAADpQ/ZFFMX7ioblU/s1600/IMG_6949.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BeTpeRH1RVY/TfOvScJYvwI/AAAAAAAADpQ/ZFFMX7ioblU/s400/IMG_6949.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I hear horns honking on my block, it usually means that someone has parked in front of a building entrance, blocking the residents from either entering or exiting. One morning last week, the honking was more insistent than usual and when I looked down to the corner, I saw this mess or as they say,<em> un grand bordel</em>. My guess is that there was a vehicle around the corner to the left, perhaps a garbage truck or a bus, blocking the one-way, one-lane street. But just what the fellow in the white car was thinking, the one turning right the wrong way down the one-way street, I cannot imagine. And of course, the motorcyclist was doing what they always do, weaving in and out of traffic, making time and making car drivers crazy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If your taste runs to the classic blue and white metal, you can find the perfect souvenir of your time in Paris in the basement of BHV's flagship store on rue de Rivoli.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HdQQ6E1OyEQ/TfZkhimxX-I/AAAAAAAADrQ/CG-YfpYAzJc/s1600/IMG_6898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HdQQ6E1OyEQ/TfZkhimxX-I/AAAAAAAADrQ/CG-YfpYAzJc/s400/IMG_6898.JPG" t8="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601542052605334407noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011647259561000207.post-21854779342244886662011-06-18T08:07:00.001+02:002011-06-18T08:07:00.709+02:00Past, Present and FutureMy heart is being tugged in three ways at once these days. A lot is already behind me: people whom I've seen for the last time; metro rides I won't make again; tears held back or wiped dry; experiences that have been documented, put in a box, and filed away. Then there's the planning for what lies ahead: appointments with doctors, dentists, painters, and home renovation contractors; reconnecting with professional contacts and friends; re-establishing accounts for gas, electricity, water, homeowner's and car insurance, cell phones, and Internet service. The present feels a bit like no man's land where I'm vacillating between trying to stay focused on Paris and already feeling a bit disconnected and at loose ends. Part of me wants to spend all day wandering the neighborhoods, soaking it all in for as long as possible. But another part is saying enough already and just wants to go home and take a nap.<br />
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But since naps make boring blogs, here instead are some things that caught my eye this week.<br />
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Rooftops at sunset and in the morning light.<br />
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A leggy, impossibly tall model posing for a photographer in the 7th.<br />
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A chandelier that can only be described as fabulous.<br />
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Views of the Seine and the Eiffel Tower from the pont de la Concorde.<br />
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Creatively designed window bars in the 18th.<br />
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In early 1871, France was at a low point, having just lost the Franco-Prussian War. Paris had particularly suffered in this conflict; during the months long siege by the Prussians, there were severe food shortages and people were reduced to slaughtering pets and vermin to stay alive. When the Germans finally left, the city was in tatters, social and economic conditions at a low point. Discontent among the working class, that had been simmering for a decades, came to a head.<br />
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The future of Paris, however, lay not in their hands but with the national government which, like the kings before them, feared what Parisians might do if given the right to control their own city. And so the workers took matters into their own hands, forming a new government called the Commune and immediately issued various decrees issued to improve quality of life: educational reforms, separation of church and state, relief of debt for working men, and the abolition of night work. The national government and its army retreated to Versailles.<br />
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And then from what I can gather, chaos ensued. The revolutionaries were not fully prepared for the task of governing and the military powers were hell bent on breaking the revolutionaries at any cost. No one was willing to negotiate. Blood ran in the streets and fires burned, destroying many parts of the city including the Tuileries. At the end, the national government was triumphant, the revolutionaries shot or exiled. And nothing much changed.<br />
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And yet the fight continues. A conversation with friends who live in the 7th and 8th criticized a recent exhibit on the Commune at the Hotel de Ville as being predictably skewed towards the revolutionaries, the mayor of Paris being after all a Socialist. In the 20th, the mairie sanctioned creation of a mural celebrating the anniversary. (To fully appreciate this mural, click on the picture below and it will enlarge.)<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And opposite this wall, a billboard calls upon local residents to join the spirit of the Commune in carrying out unfulfilled promises for social and economic improvement.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Vive la Commune? It's not for me to say. But as for keeping history alive and using it as a tool for social progress, I'm all for it.</div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601542052605334407noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011647259561000207.post-28992679715145781342011-06-16T07:54:00.001+02:002011-06-16T07:54:00.647+02:00Seen in the 17thAlthough I've given up on <a href="http://justanotheramericaninparis.blogspot.com/2011/03/going-distance.html">the idea of walking all the streets of Paris</a> (or even all the streets on my <em>Streetwise Paris</em> map) before we part, that hasn't kept me from carrying the map with me and highlighting each achievement as I go. And it continues to give me a construct for weekend wanderings. If my husband is up for a walk, why not take on roads uncharted?<br />
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Last weekend we set off, map in hand, to explore hitherto unknown to us parts of the 17th arrondissement. And along the way, we saw quite a few interesting sights.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A lady walking her dog while riding a bike. You may have to look closely to see how this works. I was struggling to get my camera out of my bag as she pedalled off into the distance. Just above her right foot, notice the white horizontal piece of pipe. The dog was connected by a very short leash to the pipe and that pup had to keep up a pretty good pace.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A confusing street sign. Montenotte was a victory for Napoleon against the Austrians in 1796. General Lanrezac led French forces during <em>la</em> g<em>uerre de quatorze</em> (what we Americans call the First World War and after all we didn't get into it until 1917). The name of the street was changed in 1927 but I guess no one had the heart to get rid of that beautiful mosaic sign.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Looking at this map brings up memories of natural wonders and man-made treasures, great meals and mishaps in navigation, lovely hotels and quirky apartments, taxi rides gone bad and bracing boat rides, and lots of family time spent together. The funny thing about travel, though, is the more places you visit, the more places there are to see. Croatia, Ireland, Morocco, Slovenia, and Russia all beckon. Berlin and Bologna, San Sebastien and the fjords of Norway, we'll get to you some day. </div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601542052605334407noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011647259561000207.post-49001765335428284112011-06-14T08:05:00.001+02:002011-06-14T08:05:00.599+02:00Auvers sur OiseAfter two passes through the town of Auvers sur Oise with my hiking group which offered little time to soak up the history of Vincent Van Gogh's final days there, I finally made the time to go back in early May. With perfect weather and a great group of touring companions, it was certainly a day to remember. And it's one that anyone visiting Paris can easily repeat themselves via commuter train from Gare du Nord in about 40 minutes. There's just one change in Valmondois or you can get off in Méry sur Oise and walk about 2.5 kilometers down the hill and across the river to Auvers.<br />
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And what to see when you get there?<br />
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There's the home of Dr. Gachet whose portrait by Van Gogh you probably know.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Art, history, country air, good friends, good food, and champagne. Now there's a combo that's hard to beat.</div><div style="visibility: visible;"> </div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601542052605334407noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011647259561000207.post-37914874242274562442011-06-13T08:03:00.002+02:002011-06-13T08:24:45.670+02:00Street ArtAfter all the sunny weather we had in April and May, it's not so easy to go back to the typical Parisian weather -- cool and gray being the order of the day, pretty much any time of year. But after being cooped up in the house much of last week, I didn't care what the weather was when Friday rolled around. My friend had promised to take me on a tour of street art and how could I say no to that?<br />
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Turns out that the tour was one prepared by Adam Roberts, whose blog, <a href="http://invisibleparis.net/">Invisible Paris</a>, I always enjoy. Adam's Paris rarely features fashion, chocolate or restaurant reviews. Thank goodness. Instead, his focus is a mix of architecture, urban history, art, politics, and sociology. This tour (which you can download for your smartphone at <a href="http://itunes.apple.com/app/invisible-paris-walks/id378776591?mt=8">iTunes</a> or in a <a href="http://freepariswalks.com/Documents/InvisibleParis_Walk3.pdf">.pdf</a> if you're old school like me) wanders about the streets of Menilmontant and Belleville on the city's eastern edge.<br />
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But street art being what it is, some of it had disappeared since the last time my friend had done the walk. There were freshly painted walls in places, buildings demolished in others. But there were also new works, and one series, featuring a lonely looking fellow on a ladder, particularly captured our attention. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">None of these works were signed and certainly not explained. So who is this mysterious artist and what does it all mean? I shot an e-mail to Adam and very quickly he found the answer. If you're as curious as me, you'll have to pop on over to his blog....<a href="http://parisisinvisible.blogspot.com/2011/06/challenge-1-mysterious-man-on-ladder.html">the story continues here</a>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>Thanks to Adam for his incredible responsiveness to my question. And a thousand thanks to Karen for sharing the day with me. Wherever you lead, I will follow.</em></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601542052605334407noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8011647259561000207.post-64958798441906793992011-06-12T08:02:00.001+02:002011-06-12T08:02:00.811+02:00The FortiesThe forties. Special numbers to me because these are the years I passed in Paris.<br />
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Back next Sunday with the fifties (which I hear are the new thirties.)Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601542052605334407noreply@blogger.com2