Becoming a lazy bum again

Now that I am not forced to walk all over Paris, I am back to my sedentery ways...driving, reading, using the computer.  Amazingly, the eating evened out with the walking and I didn't gain any weight during my ten days in Paris!  How to get that level of activity into my life?  Today it is too HOT and I don't have any TIME....oh, I can go on and on with the excuses.

Vowing to add PARIS to my list of frequently read categories.  Of course, all of the others are GENRES (biographies, nonfiction, mysteries), not SUBJECTS.  A friend I visited there is obsessed with Paris in the twenties.  I think I am more into the late 1800's.

Last night was talked into going to a concert in Atlantic City.  I really don't like staying up late and I wanted to go to bed early as I am still jet lagged and I had never heard of Deana Martin, but I went, because I didn't want to be such a big party pooper and I was offered a free ticket and a ride.  Have I been living under a rock?  I never heard of her and she had a list of accomplishments two pages long.  One of Dean Martin's 7 (?) children, she basically sings his songs and others of that ilk.  It was very entertaining and was helped with a big band in back.  It was a fundraiser for the Schulz and Hill Foundation to fund arts in the schools.  The audience was high society down-the-shore people....I called them "sequins and botox".  They all knew each other but I didn't know anyone except the three people I came with.

The best food in Paris (a very personal view)

Here's the best stuff I came across:
- crépe au beurre et sucre (crepe with butter and sugar) on the Rue Mouffetard
- souris d'agneau at La Forge ("knuckle of lamb with parsley sauce"....a lot better than it sounds)
- profiterols at Louis Vin - (cream puffs filled with ice cream and covered with hot fudge sauce)
- yaourt aux marroniers (chestnut yoghurt as delicious as ice cream made by La fermière)
- crème brulée everywhere (especially cool when they set it on fire)

Getting online in Paris was not so easy.  Never saw an Internet cafe.  Only saw strictly computer centers or computers plus other services.  We use the "qwerty" keyboard but they use the "azerty" keyboard.  At least if you can believe the guy next to me on the plane.  I found the French keyboard too difficult to use.
I tried to get into the Bibliothèque St. Geneviève (pictured below) but it was too complicated to get a day pass.  Lots of things are complicated in France.



So hot here in New Jersey!  Nice and cool here in the Cumberland County Library.  It was a shock to arrive and find temperatures 30 degrees higher than in France.  I really detest hot weather because I hate to sweat.  That is why I like swimming pools, because you can exercise and not notice that you are sweating.

I'm all museumed out

  My favorite pic at the Marmottan museum in Paris was The Tuileries, by Claude Monet.  It captured the sun and wonderfulness of my walk through the gardens a few days ago.  The Marmottan was my last museum for my trip and I am quite tired out.  It cost 10 euros and I got through it in under 45 mins.  Great paintings by Monet and Berthe Morisot and Gustav Caillebotte.  Special exhibition was Marie Laurencin and she is not really one of my favorites.  When I entered the museum you had to have your bags looked into.  "Vous avez beaucoup de sacs", said the guard (You have a lot of bags).  Sigh...just call me the bag lady.

Getting ready to go home.  Calling the taxi, checking in for the flight.  Not too enthusiastic about leaving except to get a REST.  And my pocketbook needs a rest too.  Blow out final dinner tonight.  I might get ALL the courses.  For some reason, I always like what other people order better than what I order.  OK, sometimes, I just order and I don't really know WHAT I am ordering.  My friend keeps telling me they have a really good whatever at le Mouton blanc, where we are going tonight.

I love it when the weather forecast is WRONG.  It was supposed to be raining and cold for the rest of the week, but today there has been rather a lot of sun and NO rain as of yet.  I even got my Vitamin D bath.
15 minutes a day.  I sat on a bench after our big lunch and before I entered the museum.

The best things about Paris

Here is what I love about it...the architecture, the iron work, the scupltures, the chestnut yoghurt made by La Fermiere, the buses, the flower shops!  Today I visited a more obscure museum, the Jacquemart-Andre, thinking I could avoid the crowds.  I was wrong.  Mrs. Jacquemart and her husband, Mr. Andre, collected art and made a gorgeous home with outrageously high ceilings, just filled with art and fabulous furnishings.  It was to create an oasis away from the "foule" (the crowds).  Unfortunately now the crowds are IN the house.
Exhibition of Eugene Boudin, who influenced Monet and who was influenced by Jongkind.  A big rainstorm came so I went into the cafe there and had a $7 Diet Coke (Coca Cola light).

Then I traversed Paris by foot and metro to go visit a previous love of mine.  We spoke rapid-fire French for an hour and it was very pleasant.

Then it got really cold, but SUNNY at last.  Walking, walking, walking...had a croque monsieur at a cafe overlooking the bronze flame sculpture over the tunnel where Princess Diana was killed.  Walking around the traffic circle, I managed to find the bus to get home.  I adore the buses in Paris.  At the bus stop they say how long you will have to wait for the bus.  Then you get on and put your ticket "dans le trou" (in the hole).  Then there is a digital sign telling you what is the next stop and how many minutes it will be until the end of the line.  All this and scenery too!

Notes from Paris

Staying up so late, I can hardly think!  It was still sunny at 9 PM.  Walking so much.  No busses today due to "Manif pour tous".  A manifestation which wasn't REALLY for all, as it was against gay marriage and any form of child rearing by gays (adoption or assisted births).  I was rather astounded to learn that one of the ring leaders with the very odd name of Frigide Barjot, received DEATH THREATS because she wasn't right wing enough.  I came upone this MANIF by accident and went up on a hill in the Passy Cemetery to view it from afar.  I know Manet and Berthe Morisot were buried in that cemetery but I didn't have the patience to LOOK for them.  Many thousands of people were demonstrating on French mother's day.  10 abreast walking down a broad avenue with horns, bells, drums and songs and signs.  Quite FESTIVE for a bunch of heterosexuals!  There were four different groups, I think.  The colors were pink and blue (for girls and boys).  The flags and sweatshirts had a picture of a nuclear family, man, woman and two children.

Up and down the 16th arrondissement today.  Visited home of Honore de Balzac (all in French) and visited address where I lived with an old countess with no money in my students days 46 years ago.

And ate a dynamite mousse au chocolat.  Have accomplished all of my food goals except for losing weight.
According to the scale in the apartment, I have lost 15 pounds in one week, but I know it is WAY off.

It is not easy to use a French keyboard

Finally got online but it is not fun due to French keyboard.  Letters are in the wrong place and punctuation is tres complique.

Je me debrouille vachement bien en general.  I am doing not badly at figuring things out.  I know how to buy a JETON for my 5 minute shower and how to ask for la note better than laddition?  And how to make a phone call from my room and how to get a wake up call.  It is great being able to walk around at night and feel safe.  I am in a nice neighborhood with an artsy movie theater right across the street.

I had my first CREPE au buerre et sucre on the Rue Mouffetard and it did not disappoint!

Well, time is money so I gotta go...

No, I'm NOT packed yet!

Like Christmas, or cooking dinner....my packing expands to fill all the available time.  Here I am online when I still haven't ironed out my products nor my purse.  Getting ready ahead of time is just a foreign concept to me.  But the lack of being ready colors all of my time with a vague feeling of unease and dread.  People say, "Have a great time!" and I just feel inadequate and worried.  Sigh.....  Here I am spending a LOT of money to go somewhere where it is colder and wetter.

Feel like I am going back into the dark ages.  Having a non-technology vacation.  Just a pencil, pen, yellow marker, black marker and a notebook. 

Saw a great play yesterday called Bootycandy.  About growing up gay and African American.  Most of it was hilarious and inventive, with of course some serious, unpleasant stuff thrown in and the required naked man.  There is always something to shock you at these plays I attend at the Wilma theater in Philadelphia.