So I have just discovered the closest place a food lover can be to heaven- the markets of Paris that sell every description of fresh, delicious, mouthwatering food. I spent friday morning walking around this haven discovering just how lucky the french are to have so much amazing produce in the palms of their hands. Strawberries as big as apples, every sort of meat you can imagine including pigs feet and ears (why??), huge fish, nuts and dried fruit and CHEESE! So much cheese! Before I liked cheese a lot but now I simply love it, you haven't eaten cheese till you've had it fresh from a french market. To top things off, all this delicious food is now in my fridge, jealous anyone???
That day I also took a trip to Galleries Lafayette and Printemps hoping to find a pair of boots that are a must if one is to be a true parissienne. However I quickly realised that apart from souvenir keyrings or boxes of chocolates there was nothing under the hefty price of about 200 euros. Merde! One good thing though is I must look a little french as a tourist asked me for directions, in french! Score!
Friday night the family took me to a typical french restaurant where I ate something very french, I don't know what it was as I couldn't understand the menu but it tasted good. Of course much wine was consumed with this meal as this is another obligatory facet of French life, a poster in the restaurant claimed: Un repas sans le vin est une journee sans soleil (A meal without wine is a day without sun). Thus I have been told that I will leave either a wine expert or an alcoholic, I'm hoping for the former!!
Chère Isabel, I’m really enjoying glimpses of your life in Paris and your engaging writing style. Mais, s’il vous plait, plus de détailles -- par example, dans quel quartier (arondissement?) est-çe que tu habite? Quel age ont les filles et quoi sont tes résponsabilités? J’habitais à Paris pendant trois mois pendant que j’étudiais pour ma maitresse in criminologie à l’Ecole nationale de la magistrature. J’ai eu une petite chambre au niveau 5 ou 6, je pense, à 95 boulevard Sébastopol, pas loin du métro Réamur-Sébastopol et très proche a Monoprix.
ReplyDeleteI’m going to end the French. My computer keeps auto-correcting words, I have to make a special trip for every accent (and they're not all there), and I fear my French will look très tatty if I try to say much more.
I really went there to learn French, and I absolutely loved learning and speaking it and being aware of how much more fluent I was every day. And now I live in a part of Canada where hearing French is a rarity. Sounds like you already have the look and the sound of a Parisienne.
I thought of you while watching the French Open and seeing the Tour Eiffel on the horizon at times. Sad about Stosur – next time, hopefully.
I could go on about Paris, but I want to hear more about your time.
Watch out for those lecherous, bum pinching, body-groping men – they were the only blot on my time in Paris - a huge nuisance!
What is the advantage of joining Google Friend Connect. I'm willing to do so if need be in order to follow your blog to its utmost.
Tu rock!
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Helen en Victoria