Got Cream?

As I sit here eating a banana and Nutella crepe, I'm wishing I had a dollop of whipped cream to top it off. Inspiration: "creme chantilly."

Destination: Chantilly, about 40km north of Paris. Co-voyageurs: Anne, Kym and Luca. Quick re-cap: Anne - friend of Pat Mandel from San Francisco; Kym - friend of Anne; Luca - originally from Italy but living in France for the past 12 years.
Luca coordinated our little adventure to the Domaine de Chantilly. Some of us are lucky to have our own homes or an estate, but how many people do you know who have their own domaine? Well, the princes of Conde, cousins to the Kings of France, had their domaine, which even included a little hamlet that was the inspiration for Marie Antoinette's domaine at Versaille.

The chateau has two buildings, the Petit Chateau built around 1560 for Anne de Montmorency (interesting because I live on Rue de Montmorency in Paris) and an attached renaissance style grand chateau. Though left in ruins after the French Revolution, the chateau was rebuilt 100 years later by the Duke of Aumale, son of King Louis-Phillipe. [Note to "self": research how and why there was a king in France after the revolution. Wasn't the revolution about ending the monarchy? Oi.]

There is something a bit odd about many of these photos. What do you suppose it is?
I loved the entry into the chateau, and was particularly impressed with the staircase railing. Yeah, a bit odd to be so obsessed, but it really is quite ornate and well-designed.

Something very unusual indeed. What makes these photos different?


I'm considering painting the ceiling of my living room like this. It would be nice to have a little color and to be able to look up and see a Greek myth hovering above. [Yeaaaah, right.]
Speaking of Greek myths, there is a series of about 40 stained glass windows, not religious in nature which is unusual, depicting the story of Cupid and Psyche. It's one of those "short-guy with wings gets babe with big breasts" stories. All of the windows were black and white, with only hints of yellow. The entire wall of stained-glass windows was quite impressive.

Of course, every Domaine must have a garden. I think I would be fine with about 1,500 acres too.
We came upon a little restaurant where we enjoyed lunch, and of course we indulged in a strawberry tarte with Creme Chantilly. You knew that a pastry and creme Chantilly had to pop-up somewhere in this story. Yummmm.
Did you notice that the photos of the chateau do not include hordes of tourists? It was wonderful to go to Chantilly on a Monday afternoon. It is possible to find a few places without busloads of people with cameras. A truly enjoyable afternoon.

TBM #1

The question that seems to come up in many emails from y'all is: "How are you spending your time." Since I try to make each blog entry interesting, I try to avoid writing about the trivial, boring, and the mundane. However, by popular demand and to answer the question above, I will create a series of blog entries dedicated to the "TBM." [Michael, please let me know if you need a translation :) ]

During the past week...

Saturday: Went to Shakespeare and Company and heard a panel discussion on Barak Obama by contributers to the New York Review of Books. Met up with Anne (a friend of Pat Mandel) from San Francisco and three of her friends and had dinner. Luca and I being, the youngest of the gang, went out for a beer afterwards.

Sunday: Putzed around in the morning, ate lunch, went swimming, talked to strangers. (I am working on writing my own rules, and one of them will be "talk to strangers." Met Cherif, who is very funny and does a great impression of English people trying to speak French.

Monday: I can't remember. Is the alzheimers starting to set in? Oh, I know... I was supposed to go to Marseille and Montpellier on Wednesday, but after a few more hours searching the internet, I could not find a hotel room in Marseille. So, I cancelled the trip... and lost one of the three train tickets as it was an internet special. Boo hoo. Went to the Musee du Moyen Ages - museum of the middle ages - which was really quite interesting and may deserve it's own blog posting.

Tuesday: Hung out with Luca, who introduced me to the 19th arrondisement (neighborhood) and a pool where people actually know how to swim, at least compared to my regular pool. Finally, I had a decent workout. Then, Luca made lunch, and afterwards we walked around Butte Chaumont (a park) and Bassin de la Villette (a canal.)


Afterwards, I headed all the way across Paris to meet up with Fabrizio, the flight attendant I met on the flight to Paris, and we walked around a nighborhood near the Tour Eiffel and had dinner. Returned home to watch the French national soccer team lose to Pays-Bas (Netherlands.)
Here's a few photos of the Tour Eiffel. More photos below.




Wednesday. Hung out with Antonio for awhile. Looked at some of his artwork, which he is taking around to galleries in hopes of finding someone who will display and sell his work. http://www.antoniofarina.es/ Went shopping, and did not have dinner with Richard as he requested that we reschedule for Thursday. Went out late and took photos and stayed up late writing (previous) blog entry.

Thursday: Woke up late after being awake until 2:30 am. Damn those late night blog postings! Read and sent email including a response to an email from my father. Apparently, I was in his email address book and received a mass-mailing about his run for the Montana state legislature. Despite the fact that this was the first time that he has initiated contact with me in forever, albeit by accident, I decided to reply. I wished him the best in his campaign, but indicated that I hope a democrat wins. Oddly, I've still not received a reply. ;-\ Went swimming. Hosted Richard for dinner and made a very tasty salad, spicy pasta and tender beef marinated in garlic and olive oil. It was late and Richard left without dessert, so I've been eating the mille feuille and chocolate tartelette on my own since then. Yummmy!

Friday: Breakfast. Wandered around with Ariel for awhile, passed the temporary eco-park in front of City Hall. We stood in line for the Princess Grace exhibit, but after about 45 minutes to an hour, we bailed and went to L'Open Cafe for a beverage. There is a column WWW.World is Strange in 2X magazine which had an article on "photobombing." And, I quote: "Faire le couille sur la photo d'un autre, on appelle ca le photobombing (c'est toujours tres tendance de sortir un nouveau mot en parlant tres fort a la terrasse de l'Open.)" Here we were, reading and talking about this new expression "photobombing" that we must use while sitting at l'Open Cafe. The world really is strange.


Photobombing.... intentionally butting-in or popping-up in someone else's photo. If you're not laughing a little, look again.

Instead of the quiet evening I was thinking about, I took a walk along the Seine on the longest day of the year. Foolishly, I forgot my camera, but I saw amazing views of the City of Lights, including Le Tour Eiffel lit up and sparkling, Place de la Concorde with fountains gushing recycled water and lights everywhere, and boats cruising up and down the Seine. At Pont des Arts, picnics, beer and wine are all the rage on a Friday night at 11:30 pm. I would estimate that this pedestrian bridge was host to at least 400-500 people enjoying the warm weather and the view. Perhaps this is a regular summer thing, or a celebration of the end of the school year (as they mostly seemed to be college-aged,) or a way of celebrating the summer solstice. Regardless, I now understand why Paris smells like urine along the Seine... and trust me, it's not the dogs.

Okay, that was my TBM week. Until next time... a la prochaine.

Some more photos of the Eiffel Tower. This will be my next apartment. Check out what's in my backyard.
If only I could print these - I could send them as postcards.




Ellen - This one is for you! Say "hello" to Mr. Elephant.

'Twas a Full Moon - or Another Night in Paris

'Twas a full moon tonight... only it was nowhere to be seen. Damn! Now what? I need another theme. Okay, how about...

The following takes place between 9:55 and 10:19 pm.
There was a full moon tonight. I went in search of this lunar spectacle, only to find clouds on the horizon. But, the first day of summer is almost upon us, and in Paris the sun sets much later than in California.

9:58 pm
The Centre Pompidou is closing. It's late, but it doesn't look like night time.

[Remember, you can click on the photos to see a larger image.]

10:04 pm
Rue Rivoli - a major shopping street. Is it really after 10pm? Maybe that is why all of the stores are closed.

10:07 pm
Yacht de Paris cruise heading west on the Seine. Perfect weather for a boat ride in a suit and tie. My little Cannon camera takes decent photos at dusk.


10:09 pm
Sun setting over Pont Neuf and the Conciergerie. At least I think that is Pont Neuf. Nope, it's Pont au Change - Pont Neuf is the bridge just behind. [Click to enlarge if you really want to see Pont Neuf - barely.]


10:11 pm
First photo where the flash went off automatically. Not a good shot. Deleted.

10:17 pm
Notre Dame at "night."

10:22 pm The lights in the Parvis de Notre Dame come on.

Bonus Material
10:24 pm
Impromptu football game (that would be soccer for y'all who live in America) in the plaza in front of Notre Dame.

The orange shirts would indicate they are from Pays-Bas. Where the heck is Pay-Bas? Well, it took a little bit to figure this out last week when Pay-Bas kicked France's butt in a World Cup playoff. Pays (country) and Bas (over there) translates loosely into English as "land" and "nether," hence it is the Netherlands a.k.a Holland. But wait, their flag is also red, white and blue - so why are they wearing orange? It is the color of the Dutch Royal Family, descendants of William of Orange. How about that? A little lesson in geography, history and a sports update all rolled into one paragraph!


10:37 pm
Here's a nice little night time photo of a small street just a couple streets away from Notre Dame. Now, it's looking like night time!
10:39 pm
Another shot of the Seine, with a lovely blue sky. I think the photo has a bit more blue than was actually there, but it looks nice.

11:00
Return home.
Download pictures.
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Write Blog posting.

00:38
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00:40
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01:15
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Ahhhh.... another day - and night - in Paris. Good Night. Bonne Nuit.

Routines

As time passes, we develop routines. What is novel one day, becomes a routine after a few days, weeks or months. Nine weeks have passed since I arrived in Paris, and life has become a bit more routine. This is to be expected. I spend my time hanging out with friends, watching television, going to the supermarket, eating and walking around Paris. The novelty has slowly faded as routines have silently emerged.

Then, I remember that novelty and routine are relative. While my life seems a bit more routine in many ways, there's always a little twist.

While watching television, like a small child, I'm pleased with myself when I grasp the topic of a convesation and understand a few words here and there. Today, Al Jazeera Children caught my attention. Seriously, it's a real channel. It was quite entertaining to watch young girls, about 10 years old, wearing birkas, strapped backwards to each another in siamese-twin safety vests, and trying to throw balls into basketball-like hoops. Not something we typically see on American television.

A trip to the supermarket is always entertaining.
I rather enjoy looking at the various types of products available, trying to decipher what's inside a package, and doing a little cost-comparision analysis. Cheese tends to be less expensive, for example. Very tasty fresh mozarella di bufalo from Italy is only $1.60 for 125 g whereas a package of 8 flour tortillas costs nearly five dollars. The mini ice cream cones from Picard, weighing about an ounce each, are quite tasty. And some of the fruit I've seen at the produce market - well let's just say some are new to me.
[This really is a supermarket that I go regularly.]



Hanging out with friends. I do it in the U.S., and I do it here. During the past week, I've wandered the streets with Antonio (from Mexico), met up with Sebastien (an actual frenchman who just took a new job in Paris) and informed me that I pronouce "beaucoup" improperly, made dinner for Richard from England who ended up on my sofa last Friday night after missing the last metro, and with Ariel (originally from Argentina) and a few of his friends where the conversation constantly fluctuated among French, Spanish and English. So, it's the same thing I do in San Francisco - kind of.

My diet has also become a bit more routine. I've become quite good at making salads (Cynthia, don't fall out of your chair), preparing (pre-fab) crepes for breakast with a bit of lardon, porc et une oeuf, and at least once a week I have shwarma or 'un sandwich greque.' Then, there's the pastries, which I justify by making sure I swim two to three times per week if the pool is not closed due to a "mouvement sociale" - government workers who are protesting. Oh, and bread of course!

No matter where we are or what we're doing, eventually life becomes a bit more routine. So, it's good to take a step back and think about the little things that are slightly different and fun and make life interesting. After all, even with routine, there is always some variety which is, as we Americans say, "is the spice of life." I'm glad that I can find variety, even when life is "routine."

Routine photo of street musicians at San Michel.

Routine photo of Notre Dame which is just down the street and which I routinely pass.

Events in front of Hotel de Ville (City Hall) are routinely changing. For the next few weeks, there will be an eco-garden. It's a lot of work for a temporary exhibition.

Even "les chats" like to have their routine little naps during the 'dog days of summer.' It was above 80 degrees this afternoon.

Mardi Trois

Mardi, trois juin 2008. (Mardi le trois, pas Mardi Gras.)

It's Tuesday, the third of June and I've just finished watching "8 Femme" starring French cinema divas such as Catherine Deneuve, Isabelle Huppert and Fanny Ardant. A murder mystery based on a play, the film has a lot of plot twists, and features a musical number by each of the eight actresses. Each of whom may have had a reason to "assassiner" Marcel, the husband, father, brother, son-in-law, employer, etc. etc. Directed by Francois Ozon, whom I saw a couple years ago at the SF LGBT Film Festival, it's a fun and campy film. Fortunately, I rented the film on Netflix a couple months before leaving San Francisco, and was able to follow along "sans sout-titres" without subtitles.

So, it's Tuesday night at 23:00 and it looks like it's about to rain. Time for bed. Or not! What better time to walk around Paris without a lot of people on the streets. Knowing that my blog entries must have photos... (no real need to do a Blogger poll and ask "more photos or more words" as I can imagine what the response would be... but maybe I will ask y'all anyway as it is time for another poll) I grab my camera and head into the dark.

In celebration of the French Open, tennis courts have been set up on the square in front of Hotel de Ville. Nearly every week, there is some new exhibit or event taking place in front of City Hall. This week, tennis takes center stage. Having a little time on my hands, I actually watched two matches with Novak Djokovic. He has a temper (throwing his racket to the ground,) a sense of humor, does imitations of other tennis players and can sing. Here's a few examples:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fb1IM4ttDug&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FIYDZ9a1YQ&NR=1

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAt0O-RkRwk

I noticed on his French Open profile that he has already made $2.7 million this year. Is it too late for me to consider a career in tennis??

Heading down the Seine, in the City of Lights, I captured a couple of street and bridge shots. [Click to view larger images.]

Further down, and after crossing a bridge of L'Isle de la Cite, I stumbled across this view of LaTour Eiffel with it's "night light" and Notre Dame.

Across the bridge on the other side of the Seine is La Musee du Monde Arabe. I saw a King Tut exhibit here a couple of years ago with Michael, who now lives in Montpellier. I hope to go visit him and Hugo soon as I haven't seen them since September when they visited San Francisco. The top floor has a great view and a restaurant. Maybe I'll convince Ellen to go for lunch when she visits in July.

An passageway between two streets near St. Paul.

A colorful little gallery near St. Paul.

It is nearly 00:30, and I had wandered further than I had planned. So, I head over to visit Ariel who works nights at a hotel near Place des Voges. We chat for a bit, and then I headed home as the rain starts to lightly fall. Another day, another night in Paris - the City of Lights.

Pain Perdu - but all is not lost

Not surprisingly, the French do not call it "French toast," but rather 'lost bread' or "pain perdu." Bread can go stale in any country, but the Milton's whole grain bread from Costco can last a week or two if stored in the refrigerator - at least for me. In France, I'm pleasantly surprised if the bread I purchased the evening before is still edible the next morning. Like rice in China and corn tortillas in Mexico, bread is a part of daily life and integral ingredient of 'la cuisine francaise' and incorporated into most meals.

And it's cheap at about one euro per baguette. Then again, it's not cheap. Just think, if you were to spend one euro per day on bread - that's 30 euros, or nearly $50 dollars a month on bread. Wow! However, Europeans are very resourceful and less wasteful. Having read about Schwarzenegger's drought declaration on Yahoo! this morning, it seems to me that Californians can learn something from a basic plumbing feature in France. Toilets have two buttons - one for a big flush and one for a little flush. California could probably save hundreds of millions of gallons of water per day with this one simple little innovation. But, I digress...

France is not the only country with 'lost bread.' Antonio, my artist friend from Mexico via Spain, suggested a recipe. So, this morning I cut the stale poppy-seed baguette into slices and dipped them into egg (no milk). In a pan, I drizzled a little olive oil and salt (apparently a Mexican cleaning woman once told him that adding salt to olive oil keeps it from splattering when heated,) and added the bread. Sprinkle with a little fresh ground pepper and "voila!" - a tasty and savory Spanish version of pain perdu.

So, to all of "mes amis" and "mi amigos" in California, please save a loaf and try this recipe when you want a tasty little breakfast. And please, only flush when necessary.

[Yeah, you're probably thinking, "leave it to Rick to write a story that goes full cycle... from eating bread to disposing of it at the end of the line. C'est moi.]