Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Alas, we're home.

We've been home a week already. I'm resisting. My watch is still set to Paris time.

Jackson added this cool thing to the blog called ClustrMaps, which shows the location of our blog readers. Our next blog will have that added from the "git go". (Yick, I hate that expression.)

My dear friend, Robin, who spent a fantastic year of travel with her husband, Al, told me that it takes as long to adjust as it was being away. So, we should be back to "normal" by mid-October.

Enough of my wallowing - after all, I'm not living under the 520 bridge. I have a lovely home and Bellevue is nice.

I did want to post about our last days in Paris. The parade was a highlight, but I want to add the fireworks and a few other pictures. I also have a few more posts in me if I can muster the enthusiasm. So, don't give up on the blog yet...

We decided to forego Trocadero to view the fireworks since we'd already gotten up close and too personal with our parade friends earlier in the day. We chose Pont Neuf, which provided a cosy spot and even the smell of le feu d'artifice drifted our way.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Everyone loves a parade!

Today, July 14th, is Bastille Day in France, although the French call it the Fête Nationale ("National Celebration"). We got up this morning with the intention of seeing the parade down the Champs-Élysées but we found out pretty quickly that all the roads to get there were blocked and most of the viewing was for VIPs. Because President Sarkozy's viewing stand was at Place de la Concorde and he was between us and the Champs-Élysées, we weren't going to see the parade down the Champs. So, we had to settle for seeing the parade just off of the Place de la Concorde.

It was certainly an experience to share the parade with tens of thousands of my closest friends. I thought the metro sometimes got crowded! It was worth it just to see the French Foreign Legion march down the street. (The guys pictured just below are engineers or "sapeurs" of the French Foreign Legion and they traditionally wear beards.)
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And ooooooh la la la la la la!!!! All those uniforms and all those handsome men! Where are Eric and Marilyn when you need them?????
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(BTW, c'est Kathie, pas Jackson, who was admiring the men!)

Monday, July 13, 2009

Paris in the Summer

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I mentioned in a previous post that I was melting in Paris. My good friend JC Cannon sent me a great story from NPR via email called "Sounds Of Paris In The Summer". The audio commentary is 100% accurate. In this city, few people have air conditioning so the citizens of Paris throw open their windows when they need to cool off. For me, this has allowed us to enjoy the Paris mosquitoes with great regularity. But, just as Ms. Beardsley mentions, you do get to hear some interesting sounds emanating from all those apartments.

A few weeks ago we were, in fact, serenaded by a brass band across the street from us - and they were actually really good! The people at the cafe just kept buying them beers and they kept playing - much to the amusement and enjoyment of the whole "quartier" (neighborhood).

Paris in the spring was pretty good. Paris in the summer is shaping up pretty good, too!

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Sunday, July 12, 2009

Arc de Triomphe

On Friday we took pictures from La Defense to the Arc de Triomphe. Today, we visited the Arc de Triomphe and took pictures of La Defense. You have to love the symmetry of the major boulevards here in Paris - thank you Baron Haussmann!

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Beautiful views from the top of the Arc! If you have time, be sure to visit. Kathie says it's only 195 steps to the top.

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In my opinion (c'est Kathie), the best view in Paris! Beautiful!

Saturday, July 11, 2009

La Defense

For the last three months I've made the metro trek from our apartment to the Quest office in La Défense - when I wasn't traveling to some other part of Europe. Yesterday, Kathie came with me while I turned in my building badge, mobile phone and BlackBerry (I was, however, allowed to keep my beret).

We walked around La Defense and went up to the top of the Grande Arche. What I didn't know was there was a computer museum in the Grande Arche. It was fun to see really old PCs, 8" floppy disks, tape drives, computer games, card punch machines and calculators.

What was missing was the "Pong" game that my parents bought us kids for Christmas one year: "During the 1975 Christmas season, Atari released a home version of Pong exclusively through Sears retail stores." Was it that long ago??!!

My, how we have progressed...

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

In True French Fashion

In true French fashion, when I went to the Banque de France near our apartment to try and change some old French francs to euros, I was told that the only place for this transaction was in the 7th arrondissement. So, yesterday, I decided to go there and give it a try. When I arrived, in true French fashion, the bank was closed. I returned at 1:30, and had to pass a guard in a glass box, push a button, pass through one door, push a button and pass through another door. Et voila! I was in! The place is huge, but there were no customers - I wonder why! After passing the scrutiny of two women at the information desk, filling out a form (asking for my address, phone number, occupation, when and where I got the francs), and being told that some of the francs were "too old" to change, I went to the teller who, in true French fashion, actually said that the "too old" francs were NOT too old to change to euros. Et voila, I left the bank with a grand total of 16,77 euros!

Daily, I peek into the mail room just in case... Sometimes there's a large collection of mail that is sitting on the shelf instead of in the individual mail boxes. Even though our names are on the mail box, I have found mail for us on the shelf emblazoned with a large question mark. (I can just hear him/her saying: Who are these people???)

Here's an example of how my friend Carol confounded the pauvre postal person because she doesn't know how to write a proper 7, even though you can see that she 'incorrectly' wrote another 7 in the postal code directly below the street address! Surely the pauvre postal person knows that the postal code for Paris begins with a 7!

Carole! You are an editor after all. Get it together! And, by the way, thanks for the great pictures of your visit!

Monday, July 6, 2009

I Love Paris in the Summer When It Sizzles...

It's in the 30s (90s) here and humid and swarming with tourists. Welcome to Paris in summer.

Three million people visit Versailles each year. I think they were all there on Saturday.

We always like to visit the Louvre on free Sundays along with tens of thousands of our closest friends!

If you're not careful, you may end up like this...

or this...

If you're lucky, you can make it out just in time to cool off...

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Parmentier and Potatoes

Yesterday as Cheryl and I were trudging through Pere Lachaise cemetery searching for the graves of Jean de La Fontain (France's Aesop's Fables' guru) and Moliere, we noticed the grave of Antoine-Augustin Parmentier, which was adorned with - no, not flowers - potatoes - real ones, though a bit worse for wear because of the 90 degree heat! After returning home, we went directly to our friend, Madame La Google, to investigate the details of Antoine-Austin's claim to fame. And here's what Wikipedia had to say:

"While serving as an army pharmacist for France in the Seven Years' War (1756-1763), he was captured by the Prussians, and while in prison in Prussia was faced with eating potatoes, used by the French only as hog feed."

Returning to France after the war, he began an imaginative marketing campaign to promote the potato as a human food source. His efforts included:

"a series of publicity stunts, hosting dinners at which potato dishes featured prominently and guests included luminaries such as Benjamin Franklin, giving bouquets of potato blossoms to the King and Queen, and surrounding his potato patch at Sablons with armed guards to suggest valuable goods — then withdrawing the guards at night so the greedy crowd could "steal" the potatoes.

Thanks largely to Parmentier's efforts, the Paris Faculty of Medicine declared potatoes edible in 1772."

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Why I am melting?!

Don't get me wrong - I'm loving my Paris experience. That said, as you can see from the picture above, the temperature back in Bellevue, WA is exactly the same as here in Paris. Notice the difference in humidity? That's what's causing me to melt.

I said to Kathie this evening: "We've had the air conditioning on, here in Paris, more in the last three days than all year in Seattle."

Kathie's response? "We don't have air conditioning in Seattle, knucklehead!"

See what the humidity is doing to me?!