Friday, October 30, 2009

Buffoonery at Notre Dame

What do you notice about this picture?



Yes, there is a man with a Rudolph the Reindeer nose.

Why, you may ask?
Because he is a self-declared entertainer.

While I was waiting in line to go on the roof of Notre Dame I saw this man...

-Follow around an old man, imitating his stooped posture
-Call out to a random middle-age woman, "Maria!" and go to hug her
-Grab on to an father's hand, pretending to be his daughter who was trailing a little behind him
-Kneel down by a old woman and say, "Mama!"
-Put his face right by a young woman and try to kiss her cheek when she turned around
-Imitate an elderly woman who seemed lost and pretend to give her directions behind her back



Sounds pretty obnoxious, right?!
I mean, what a creeper.
But he was hilarious.
And it was so funny to watch.

How would that be...
To be a clown.
With no inhibitions.
With the purpose of gaining a little money
and making people laugh.

I realized this man can take off his nose in two seconds
and walk down the street
and no one will see him for anything other than
another man on the street.

But for fifteen minutes
He was an entertainer
a joker
a buffoon
with an audience
that loved him.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Le Metro: Introduction

The metro really defines my stay in Paris. It's the way anybody gets around anywhere--more than four million people take the metro each day. The commute to my classes at the institute takes a little under an hour with the time it takes to walk to the metro station, take the metro, change metro lines, and walk to the institute building from the metro station. The metro actually runs quite fast though.

Those of you who know me well know that I HATE public transportation.
But, you know, I'm in Paris, so what the heck.

The trains mostly run underground and some metro stations transfer more than 10 different trains. There are 14 lines through Paris and none are circular. They intersect with other lines, but all lines are independent of each other and none of them share trains. Supposedly there are over six hundred police officers assigned to the metro, but I swear I never see A SINGLE ONE. Well, maybe once or twice. I mean, I saw some guys with torture tools in their belt, and I assume they were police.

The metro is an interesting place. I decided the other night when I was in the haunts of a foreign metro station by myself that if I were to imagine how a nightmare would look...it would look like a metro station. Imagine descending down dirty stain-covered stairs, lots of people, or sometimes no people, dirty tiled walls, unsavory characters, dank smells, curving passageways--welcome to the perfect setting for your own little nightmare.

Welcome to the metro.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Un Bienfait Caché

So once again, I am sick. In Paris.
I think Heavenly Father is trying to tell me something.

Is it to be grateful for my health?
Yes.

Is it to take care of myself better?
Yes.

Is it to remind me to have compassion for others when they are sick?
Yes.

Is it so I will appreciate those days when I can do whatever I want instead of stay home in bed?
Yes.

Is it so I would take some time today to read the scriptures and email some of the wonderful people in my life?
Yes.

Is it so I could take some time today to really figure out what direction my life is taking and which ways it should be going?
Yes.

There are just way too many good things that have resulted from me being sick.

Un beinfait caché
A blessing in disguise.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

10 Things I Love About London

We took a trip to London a few weeks ago (I know, I know...I'm behind on blogging) and I just fell in love with the city. Here are 10 things I love about London, in no particular order:

1. It's classy.

People speak properly, they dress properly, and the men are gentlemen. Oh, and they speak English. I sure love that.


2. Harrod's.

It is the world's largest department store. As intimidating as it is, I just loved it. It's everything a department store should be. Posh, elegant, and never-ending. Their perfume section is about the size of China. There's a line in the new version of The Parent Trap where the girl's takes her shopping and says, "Let's go get lost in Harrod's!" Oh, and it's totally possible. It's huge. I looked around the interior section and I found the most adorable accent table and teacups. I didn't want to take a picture though, because, for crying out loud, I was in Harrod's. It's kind of posh in there, you know?! I also looked around the children's section. Luxury lines of clothing for your baby. Christian Dior and Marc Jacobs for your little ones. Oh fabulous. The apparel galleries (yes, can I call them galleries? They definitely weren't like any store I have seen before) were just like the movies. You walk in and see a rack with one of each item--a fur coat, a cream jacket, a navy blazer. I didn't feel like I could even touch a rack without a salesperson taking the item of the rack for me. The best part--as I left Harrod's to get on the subway, I saw some Red Hat Society members congregating by one of the doors. It was quite an enjoyable moment for me, because I realized that is just what a Red Hat Society member should do--go to Harrod's for the day!



3. St. Paul's Cathedral.

One thing I definitely don't like about London is that it costs a lot of money to get in all the churches and many other places you could possibly want to go into. However, if you attend a worship service at St. Paul's it costs you nothing to enter. So that we did! I loved the choir--it was composed of half adults and half children, and the sound was beautiful. St. Paul's is designed in the neoclassical style, one of my personal favorites. It was so clean and beautiful. A lot of old churches and cathedrals feel dark and gloomy, but I love St. Paul's because it feels light and airy. St. Paul's is also the church on Mary Poppins, "...feed the birds, tuppence a bag, tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag..." I didn't realize this until after I had been to St. Paul's (and actually after I had left London), but I remember all the birds flying around St. Paul's. No bird woman, but I can put her in a memory of St. Paul's with the birds.



4. Kensington Gardens.

Most beautiful park in the world. I absolutely loved it. My favorite memory of London is getting up early to go jogging in the mist-covered gardens that seem to stretch on forever. I love the monuments, the wildlife, the Serpentine, all of it.



5. English food.

It's not bad like people make it out to be. They also have fabulous Indian food in London. Not to mention Wagamamas, a Japanese food chain restaurant that I just LOVED. We only have 2 in the US, one in Boston and one in DC. I'm making a pilgrimage when I get back to the States. Oh and scones. Scones from Harrod's. Mmm.



6. Shows in London.

Broadway, Shakespeare, you name it. I saw Shakespeare's As You Like it at the Globe and Phantom of the Opera in Her Majesty's Theatre...now doesn't that sound fancy.



7. Sunsets on the Thames

My first night I got to see this...and that's when I fell in love.



8. Covent Garden on Friday nights.

My friend Sara and I went to Covent Garden and walked around the beautiful quaint streets with their shops and restaurants and pubs. We saw an adorable restaurant with heat lamps around the tables and seating on the roof. We saw boys calling up to an apartment above for their friend to come down and go out with them that night. We saw men gathering and intellectualizing around jovial looking pubs. In the square, musicians sometimes come to play their music and maybe make some money, if they are lucky. We finished our night around the Covent Garden square listening to a guitarist in a small section of the courtyard. I can't even describe how perfect it was, the perfect London experience. It was dark outside, but the light coming from the restaurant nearby created the perfect ambiance. A small group was gathered around him, a guitarist who sang with a soft kind of roughness that fit in perfectly with the now-silent shops and streets surrounding us. His final song was Iris from Goo-Goo Dolls. The whole feeling was indescribable--with the quiet streets that still buzzed with people and the warm lighting and the cobblestone streets...another reason to fall in love with London.

This is a fountain close to the area in front of the National Gallery--it lit up with lights that changed colors--from blue to purple to orange and then yellow and green.



9. London is clean and tidy.



10. London just fit in with who I am--it was classy, friendly, safe, clean, proper, and absolutely lovely--and I loved it. A person can be alone in London. In Paris, I wanted to be with people, but in London I was content to be by myself. People get up early. They go jogging early. They go to work early. This city suits me!

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Les Patisseries de Paradis

Patisseries, glorious patisseries!
I have been to three ridiculously amazing bakeries in the past 2 days. The best part is, it was all part of my homework.

The first is a traditional bakery called Poilane that bakes its bread in wood-fire ovens, using the same method since 1932. I ordered un petit pain de ble aux noix which was walnutty little loaf that put me in bread heaven.

Poilane--

Before I talk about the next two bakeries, I need to introduce to you the "macaron." Do not be confused, this has no relation to the coconut macaroons we know and love. Instead, this is a sandwich cookie that has a crisp cookie on the outside and a rich ganache on the inside.
They are indescribable.

Laduree is the bakery that created the macaron at the beginning of the 20th century, and the macaron has been heaven on earth ever since.

Pierre Herme is a more modern bakery that has created many distinct and original flavors of the macaron.

Expect to see flavors like fruit de la passion, petale de rose, chocolat citron vert, mangue jasmin, and pistache amongst many others.


Laduree--



Pierre Herme--


My mom and I were talking on skype today and she was asking me if there were many bakeries in Paris. "Mom," I said, "Really, what kind of question is that?" Then she told me that she thought heaven would have three bakeries on every street. "Well, Mom," I responded, "Paris must be heaven then!"

Thursday, October 8, 2009

La Petite Chocolatiere


Those of you who know me well know that I hate chocolate.

But this little patisserie had some of the most scrumptious looking pastries I have ever seen.



Not to mention it's adorable.



And fairly close to the Eiffel Tower.



Bon appetit!

Serendipity

The Oxford English dictionary describes serendipity as "the faculty of making happy and unexpected discoveries by accident. Also, the fact or an instance of such a discovery."