Friday, August 31, 2012

La Rentrée (or Paris in the Rain)

It rained in Paris this week. My friend and I were on our way to a delicious boulangerie called "Poilâne" on Rue du Cherche-Midi when la pluie started coming down. We had wandered around for a bit trying to find this place, but luckily the street was beautiful and full of little shops and tea rooms to admire (and to take creeper pictures of for this blog) and the rain just made it even more memorable.
The turning of the weather also means it is time for La Rentrée, or the big return of students to schools and adults to work after a month long vacation to the south of France (or elsewhere) for August. In light of this, I decided to give a little lesson on things I have noticed about Paris, and France in general:

- The French do not really use credit cards. They accept them of course, but it is not the practice to "borrow" money to buy smaller items like clothes, etc. This made for some awkward explaining during one host family dinner..."so you don't have the money, but you buy it anyway? And pay for it later?" N.B. The French use their carte bancaire (or debit card).
- Even in the tiniest apartments (except maybe chambres de bonnes), high ceilings are a must.
- Curtains aren't really.
-French bureaucracy and administration might be the worst I've ever experienced. Worse than Quebec...
- Some metro doors have a button to push, or a lever to pull, if you want to get out. VERY IMPORTANT TO NOT LOOK STUPID.
-The French practice universalism, which is equality between and a certain blindness about cultural differences. So no matter your ethnicity, gender, orientation, you are first and foremost French. They don't do censuses of how many Chinese-French there are, for example, and the very term "Chinese-French" doesn't exist. No little boxes to tick for if you are Caucasion, Hispanic, Asian, etc. This sounds great, but this creates a huge problem when these minorities try to express themselves and advocate for their rights as they have no way to do so and are not recognized as minorities.
-French juice boxes are a quarter the size of their American counterparts.
-The French are better than everyone else on the planet. Especially the English.

Cafés in Paris are a place to get coffee/a croissant in the morning, a place to read, get lunch, and relax during the day, and a bar/club at night. Where else but Paris? 

Gelatooo

Lots of gyro and greek food stands near the Quatier Latin. I have a feeling it might have something to do with spendthrift students and their penchant for cheap food...

Beautiful, wondrous, heavenly bookstore.

Water fountains like this one are spread out all across Paris. Their openings are just small enough so a horse's head can't get in so the water remains for humans. There is rumoured to be one with sparkling water somewhere in Paris!

So many gardens in Paris, literally no gardeners! I finally spotted this one doing some stealthy garden work. 

Notre Dame, of course.

Awesome. The real meaning of the word. 

One of the more unique paintings in Notre Dame. 

Falafel! AKA student food. 



More gelatooo. This place is called Grom and my Milanese friend says it's the best she's ever had. 

Rue du Cherche-Midi in the rain.

Tea Palace.

I think this was fake, but I still salivated. 

How adorable can this get? Not much more than this.

Typical café menu.

hehe.

Les fleurs. Trés cher, trés, trés, trés!

Poilâne! The bakery has a not so secret back room in which are hung a series of still-lifes of their bread done by famous artists like Van Gogh, Renoir, Picasso, and the like. They even have a chandelier made out of bread by Salvador Dali! Very surrealist.  


I got a chausson aux pommes. Heaven.

Even more gelato! This one store gives it to you in the shape of a flower. 

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Saint Michel

Joyeux Anniversiare! Tonight was my friend's 20th birthday and we spent the night bar hopping around Saint Michel. Saint Michel is part of the Quatier Latin and is full of bars, crêperies, gyro stands, cafés, bright flashing lights, and beautiful people dressed up for a night out (mostly tourists right now as all the Parisians are away). And if you're lucky, you might even see the new French president wandering around...!!! One of the girls was walking around the area today and she not only met, but spoke with and shook hands and got kissed on the cheek by François Hollande!! We told her to never wash those parts of her body again. At 12 we celebrated my friend's birthday with some kamikaze shots and a horrible rendition of Happy Birthday. Santè!

N.B. A half pint en français is "un demi."

Walking with friends to our bar. La Seine is maybe a block to our right. 

Place Saint Michel.

Ligne 4

Ligne 4 is the mètro line I use to go to school every morning. The first day I went, I wasn't quite sure how to get from the mètro stop to Sciences Po, but once I got out I just followed the groups of young people who looked a little unsure of themselves et voilà! They led me straight there (I, of course, looked super put together and was definitely not sweaty from wandering around a little bit lost).

Sciences Po is located in St. Germain des Près, a very chic and posh neighborhood. It makes for a difficult walk to school in the mornings as you get so distracted by all the beautiful shops, mais c'est la vie. I also definitely saw some older gentlemen with some not so very old wives/girlfriends walking around. How clichè of them.

The Welcome day was this Friday and it was a lot of fun. I met lots of people from all over the world and we discussed the different drinking games we have in our respective countries. Apparently beer pong is not the be all and end all...

Ligne 4 also takes you to a wonderful market called Marchè Maubert.

So many different types of honey! I bought some Miel d'Oranger.

Vegetables et fruit for sale. My favorites are these small green plums called "Reines Claudes."

Fresh seafood! Smelled like it too...

Cheese,

more cheese,

and even more cheese! It's like an obsession or something. 

My favorite, gouda!

Wine? So cheap!

View from a café. There were so many people on vespas and vèlibs, but they were too cool to be in my picture.

Un sandwhich mixte (with ham and emmental cheese).

Un cafè crème (which is the same as a café au lait). There is also un café allongé which is an espresso with a larger amount of water (they say it's more american, although I don't know anyone in America who drinks a coffee like this). Then there is un café noisette which is espresso with a dash of cream/steamed milk. And then, of course, there is just a regular espresso. 

The front view of my building. You punch a code to get in and then take the tiny elevator to the 5ième étage and then home sweet home!

My room.
 P.S. Sorry, Mom, that's your scarf on my chair...I stole it. I love you!

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Three Days Away

Packing Status as of 7:38pm - Very, very, very unpacked
Excitement Level as of 7:38pm- Super, super, super excited!

After many years of waiting, in three days I will finally be in the city of lights. I have zero expectations about what my time in Paris will entail, but hopefully it will turn out exactly like this*:


Haha only joking (not really), but I do hope my year will be full of bike-riding and bonbons and touristy Parisian clichés with smiles and laughter all around. And studying. I guess. 

xoxoxo

*Merci, Valerie, for sharing this video with me :)