Lizzie, whom I know from growing up in North Carolina, is studying in Heidelberg, Germany this semester. Her spring break worked out so that we could plan a trip together. Oh boy!
Back in middle school when I met Lizzie, I started taking French classes. My wonderful, eccentric teacher, Mme Page, made us penpals with French students in our year studying English to practice writing letters to each other. My pen pal's name was Christine. We were in 8th grade, I think, when we started to exchange letters. Mme Page organized a trip in the spring with the class, taught by a French woman Mme Page was friends with, where the French students would come visit for 2 weeks. We organized the exchange and Christine stayed with my family for two weeks, going out to the Outer Banks for a trip, as well.
We got along really well and ended up traveling to Chicago together one summer later in high school. I hadn't talked with her in several years when she found me on Facebook about a year and a half ago. Science!
This is my first time in Europe, and so I wrote to her to tell her that I was coming to her continent, and she offered to host me at any time, so I had the chance to travel to Paris for 5 days with one of my best friends from home with my penpal from middle school. It was the best. We stayed with Christine for 3 nights and then Couchsurfed with a lovely Parisian master's student, Olivier, who also lived in the 18th arrondissement. We cooked him risotto and had a great time wining and dining with a few of his ridiculously French friends who chain smoked the entire night while listening to jazzy Parisian radio. Excellente.
Christine's flat was about a block away from this stunning
church in the 18th arrondisement
He was infatuated with Paris, and I know he would have loved it oh so much.
la Jardin de Tuileries
I think the French have an arch fetish... or maybe just Napoleon
It was pretty funny seeing this, considering this small painting
was in a room surrounded by enormous oils that seemed forgotten
by most of the people in the room vying for a place in front of the Mona Lisa
acres and acres of prim beauty
during the French Revolution the revolutionaries had it converted
into a Pantheon celebrating French intellectuals like
Curie, Voltaire, Rousseau, Hugo, and Zola
You can see the hill of Montmartre on the horizon in N. Paris
30+ enormous chandeliers ... a bit excessive??
Though I do label myself as vegetarian, I do it more for
environmental reasons, so when I'm traveling I've decided to be
flexible in terms of trying local specialties in an effort to
experience the Real Deal when traveling, as well as in certain
situations to avoid offending anyone's cultural sensibilities.
The last time I "broke" my vegetarianism was in Holland to try
the traditional raw herring and onions ...
Christine's duck was much tastier.
Once a train station, now an awesome art museum housing the
French national collection from the 1840s to 1914 -
Monet, Renoir, Pissarro, Sisley, Degas, Manet, Gauguin,
Van Gogh, Matisse...amazing
props for the recommendation, Shirin
When disease broke out in the 1780s, thousands of graves
were exhumed and the bones relocated to an old quarry in S. Paris
Fromagarie on Boulevard Saint Germain on the Left Bank
et
LE FIN.
Mme. Page!! Et fromage du stinky!! Mon francais est le sucks maintenant
ReplyDelete