On the Transitory Nature of...Us

I watched a great movie tonight, called Before Sunrise, that was about two young people who met on a train in a foreign country and spent one night together, both knowing they might not ever see each other again. Incidentally, they were a French girl and an American guy, but that wasn't the point of the story, at least not to me. Instead what struck me most was the movie as a study of the transitory experience - the temporariness of feelings, of meaning, of significance of time and place. In the final moments of the movie, still shots of the places that the couple had spent parts of their one and only night together - this night so significant to each of them by its very brevity and rarity - shown the following morning in daylight... my words can't describe the way those same places, which had once held so much meaning for two certain people, could just hours later be just another park bench, just another patch of grass, just another café table. The way an old lady could wobble unknowingly and unaffected over the same patch of grass where these two young people had forged such a connection, when that patch of grass that would forever hold so much significance to that couple, whenever conjured up in memory would trigger other memories, if ever revisited would impart so much feeling. But of course the old lady would wobble unknowingly and unaffected over that patch of grass, for how could she have known what had happened at just that precise location just a few hours ago? And yet that very transitory, ephemeral nature of the moment, that is where lies the amazingness and the scariness of....well, i don't know what. love? romance? emotion? any shared experience? any personal experience? My point is that I was incredibly moved by the idea that a moment, an experience, an encounter, that could hold so much significance to a person, say me, would be after all, just that. A moment, an experience, an encounter. A matter of a few minutes, perhaps a few hours, even a few days or weeks. But once it is over, that's it. It has passed and it is no longer. And once its gone, and you have gotten up from that patch of grass, and an old lady has wobbled over it with no idea that you and/or anybody else had sat there and experienced something so important - once that moment has passed, there is no physical trace of your presence there at all. No evidence of the time you spent there, the words you said, the emotions you felt. For all anyone could ever know, the moment may not have passed at all. The experience may never have existed. It may never have happened, and there is no proof at all. Except in your memory and perhaps someone else's.

But we are all lucky to have this jumble of cells that produces memory, for what if that someone else's memory were to fail them, or worse yet, your memory to fail you? Or is that really worse? Would it be worse to have them forget and you remember, and yet be unable to prove that it happened, because only you could remember? Or would it be a good thing that at least you remembered, so that at least you could hold on to that happy significant moment forever (or for as long as your memory would permit you)? Or if that memory were skewed (as I'm reading in Dan Gilbert's Stumbling on Happiness) and the way you remembered what happened didn't align with what the other person remembered, or with what actually happened at all? On that note, how much of what humankind remembers of the world experience is accurate at all, if we all perceive things a little differently, a little uniquely, a little crooked? Does crooked a billion times over make the overall understanding of the universe generally straight?

As you can see, if you've been able to follow my crazed train of thought at all, I'm very much intrigued with this impermanent, temporal, fleeting idea of experiences, and when I think a little too much about it late at night, this strange idea snowballs into bigger and bigger questions of memory and perception and existence, and then I start using huge fluffy quasi-philosophical words like "universe" and "humankind" ...

Anyways, I've returned home from France and I apologize for my lack of posts for the past couple of weeks. For lack of anything interesting to say, I just did not feel compelled to waste precious (ha) internet realty with humdrum recounting of my humdrum life. For a small update though, my family has been incredibly occupied with packing up our entire house in preparation for sale, because once again, we are moving. This time to where, we have no idea, which is a change, but the act itself of packing up, discarding the unnecessary, keeping only the useful and/or treasured, is one my family is quite familiar with. This sort of event would be likely to prompt some feelings of nostalgia, intro- or retro-spection perhaps, but my busy hands have kept my head empty for the most part, until recently, as things have wound down and the boxes have begun to pile up, stalling traffic outside but not inside my head. And tonight's movie it seems has been the ignition for my thoughts once again...but until I have some time to sift through these swirling thoughts in my head, I will leave you. I hope whoever, wherever you are, you are enjoying the summertime air and the chance to have some thoughts yourselves. I promise the next time I write, I will be able to better explain myself and what I have been thinking, and seeing, and perhaps have something a bit more interesting to say, but until then, salut and happy almost-August.

P.S. If you're interested in reading more about this movie that stirred my thoughts, and its recent sequel, I recommend: http://www.slantmagazine.com/house/2010/01/before-sunrise-and-before-sunset-laden-with-happiness-and-tears/

Hello from the South of France - Chateaus, Small Towns, and Bright Yellow Sunflowers

My family and I have been traveling south from Paris for the past week and a half. I apologize for the lack of the posts in the meantime - between sightseeing by day and spotty internet at night, I just didn't get a chance. That and I realized I have completely turned off my brain ever since I left Paris. Why, I'm not sure - it could be that I'm with my parents or that my classes are over, or it could just be that smaller towns and pretty country scenes just lull my brain to sleep. Either way, I just haven't had enough mental activity lately to come up with anything all too worthwhile to say - thus, I'll leave the bulk of this post to images, to show you all what I have been seeing for the past few days.

The beautiful gardens at the chateau de Villandry.

A gorgeous sunset on the Loire River, as seen from the adorable town of Chinon.

Sunflowers abound across the French countryside and, true to their name, they face the east in the morning and the west after noon, eventually drooping their heads around 4pm when they've had their fill. Beautiful. (And here's my mom, hehe.)

Geese! At a goose farm in the Dordogne region, where I saw the force-feeding of the ducks and geese for foie gras production (although the force-feeding is used to make all parts of the duck or goose tastier, as I learned). Yes they were cute. Yes it was sad. Yes I still love foie gras. Watching the force-feeding demonstration was, if nothing else, a great eye-opener to the basic practical nature of making of a living. You produce geese. Fat geese sell better. You make the geese fat and you make a living. Such is life.

Huge Roman aqueduct in the south of France, near Nîmes. Ingenious engineering and masonry, 2000 years ago. I was impressed.

And to finish off, a goodbye from Arles, where I am currently: the "Rome of France," set in the heart of Provence, and (most importantly) where Van Gogh painted some of his most famous works (like Starry Night over the Rhone and Café Terrace at Night). I went today to find the café made timeless by his painting and it was utterly disappointing - all tourist-fare and souvenir-fodder - though I did take a couple photos to prove I found the spot (one of my goals for this trip). However, I was able to get some amazing photos of lamplit Arles at dusk which, by complete luck and good timing, managed to bear striking resemblance to some of our dear VG's pieces. Staring up at this murky sky framed by the yellow-bathed and dusty walls of ancient Arles, I can imagine what may have inspired the tortured artist to paint as he did. Small and touristy as this town may be today, I have to admit, it has charmed me with its bright sun, warm colors, and vibrant atmosphere.

Tomorrow we move on one more small town in Provence, then Nice for some French sunbathing - c'est la vie! And after that, we fly - home. It's been a whirlwind tour of France, and there is no doubt still lots to see, but to be honest I've been ready to go home ever since we left Paris. For I'm still a big city girl at heart. After all, how can you compare with never-ending nightlife, around-the-corner convenience, and most of all, that world-class culture right at your doorstep? My answer: you can't. Though a beautiful sunset sure does help.

With that, bonne nuit, à bientot, and gros bisous to all.

Thoughts Upon Saying Goodbye, and Hello

Tonight marks the absolute last of my one month here in Paris - a month which has, to my surprise, turned out to be one of the most enriching and eye-opening times of my life, as cheesy as that sounds (fromage!). But, in truth, it has been truly amazing to observe (and participate a bit in) a culture, a lifestyle, a way of appreciating life in a manner which has proved so different from any I've experienced before. Spending a month here has renewed in me a sense of awe and respect for humanity, for culture and beauty across the world, and especially (for me) a happy reminder that friends can be found anywhere, regardless of time place or circumstance.

I, like most others I'm sure, have never been particularly fond of saying goodbye - in fact, its one of those moments in life that I absolutely dread, for they always bring up the deepest of emotions in me, and often just at the moment when its almost too late to explain or act upon them. And so, I was very unhappy to leave my summer program friends who have become the best fellow city explorers I could ask for. But as a wise friend of mine once said (I'm lucky enough to have quite a few of those), we have to have the Goodbyes so we can enjoy the Hellos (or something like that, eh Dan?) - and he couldn't be more right, although they still remain one of my more abhorred moments.

This time in particular however, I can't help but feel like tonight's goodbye to Paris as a city is more of a see you soon than a real goodbye, because, in fact, I am very honored to announce that I have been accepted into the international exchange program at Sciences Po in Paris (through Berkeley of course), and I have, tentatively, for the moment, accepted my admittance.

I use such wishy washy language in an attempt to explain what I have been feeling for a couple months now - an uncertainty and inexplicable unfulfilment that, interestingly enough, set in just after what most (and I included) would call a major success in my otherwise quite uneventful life. The truth is that once the craziness of the time cleared and the storm clouds lifted, it was as if all the truths of my life, all the holes and hills and bumps became painfully well illuminated, in such a way that metaphorically hurt my eyes to look at them. In the face of those uneven bits of my life as it stands today, I wavered and in fact am still wavering a bit between leaving again for Paris next spring or staying at Cal through my junior year, because the truth is, as much as I have loved Paris, I have loved my life at Cal, which so far I have had two wonderful years to nurture and develop. To leave would be, as the verb denotes, to leave all of that behind, and to find what? One can never be sure, though my usual inner optimist begs me to relax.

And after quite of bit of discussion with friends and family, and especially locals familiar with the Sciences Po education I would be getting, I have begun to see that an opportunity like this is not one to be given up lightly. The exposure to another type of academic greatness, the chance to rub shoulders with bright minds from across the world, the challenge of staying afloat academically and personally in a vastly different environment, albeit one I am now a bit more familiar with - opportunities like these don't come along any old day, and they are guaranteed to change your life (to paraphrase another wise friend of mine, this time Jeff). So despite my wariness and reluctance to let go (which is relatively new to my life, by the way), I do think I will end up coming back, if only to avoid the ever-terrible, ever-haunting "what if?" question of life.

I have no idea where a semester spent in Paris will take me later on in life - in truth, I've never quite imagined France, or Europe in general for that matter, playing a large role in my life. But as I'm sure any of my wise friends would tell me, who ever really knows where they are headed, and what will, in the end, be most important to us?

So, to close, I want to leave you with a little (possibly humorous) anecdote that may give you a better idea of what my life motto is at the moment: At my homestay, chez the Charoys, there were 3 adorable postcards with clever humour-philosophical sayings (for those of you who may recognize, they were from Les Devises Shadok) pasted up on the wall in my bathroom that I would read everytime I was in there...doing my business... One of them for some reason became especially impressed upon my mind, such that I can now recite it by heart: Quand on ne sait pas où l'on va, il faut y aller, et le plus vite possible.

In English, roughly: When you don't know where you're going, you just have to go, and as quickly as possible. I had to think long and hard about that one to figure out what it meant exactly, and whether it made any sense, but now, after yes, a month of thinking, I think I am starting to get it, and I think it makes a great deal of life motto sense, if not exactly rational sense.

And with that, I leave you, my readers (if you're still out there!), until the next time I have internet/enough energy to post (I will be traveling to a new part of France daily with my parents for the next two weeks). I hope all is well chez vous, wherever you are and whatever you're doing. Until next time, salut!

For Simplicity's Sake

This time, just a few pictures to show you what I have been doing for the past week. To my great dismay, tomorrow will be my last day with the program - after that my parents will be arriving for our tour of "The Best of Paris and the South of France in 15 Days." I absolutely can not wait for that, but at the same time, I am so very unhappy to be leaving Paris. In the 4 weeks that I have been here, learning its history, observing its inhabitants, and most of all enjoying the richessethat life here has to offer, I have come to really love this city. As a good friend of mine said, and I'm sure countless others, Paris is a magical city. By day, by night, food, art, history - Paris has so much to offer, and her citizens pay her due respect by appreciating every moment. As I have.

I have so much more to tell you, about my plans for the future (which have changed), my new excitements, my new apprehensions. But I would rather leave that for another time, and for now, let you appreciate the sights of Paris without distraction. This is how I have seen Paris. And I hope one day, you can fall in love with this city as much as I have.

A Wonderful Lazy Sunday

After waking up at noon today, I decided today would be a lazy day, and lazy it was indeed. After evading the heat outside by staying in the house all afternoon, lounging around in my jammies (which I did freely today because my host family left for the weekend, shhh), I decided my day would have been completely worthless if I did not leave the house at all. Thus, I made up my mind to meet my friend for crêpes at Breizh Café, which had come highly recommended to me by an American girl who had spent an entire year abroad in Paris. Pictured are two of the 4 crêpeswe ordered - pear, chocolate, caramelized almonds, and vanilla bean ice cream (mine, all mine) and smoked salmon with...little flags...and some other deliciousness (Nico's). Presentation, fab. Taste, parf (our abrev forparfait, or perfect, in French - very witty I know). Cost, pas mal, pas mal du tout!

After my fabulous late-afternoon snack, I came home to find my host family and a new hosted student (from Australia) at home, getting ready for dinner! More delicious food, including gazpacho (very French, no?) and of course, bread and cheese. Mmm simple French cuisine. I left stuffed.

Finally, I left the house for the Montparnasse Tower to see the Paris skyline by night - gorgeous. Parisians say the view from Montparnasse is the best in town, for two reasons: 1) You can see the Eiffel Tower; and 2) You can't see the Montparnasse Tower. A glass and metal skyscraper towering at 60 stories tall above all of charming jolie Paris, it makes sense that the Parisians hate this building. Enough to pass a law forbidding all skyscrapers within the city center, just after completion of Tour Montparnasse. Nonetheless, the view is breathtaking, and yes, I did get some nice shots of the Eiffel Tower, even with my crappy camera.

And finally, my friend (Jimmy) and I stopped at St. Michel for a final, late-night crepe (I know what you're thinking - AGAIN??? But I had to - it was sugar, butter, and lemon juice!) and while walking back to the metro, we saw these two adorable kittens playing in a balcony in the Latin Quarter. So cute. So perfect. The perfect cuddly end to a wonderfully lazy day.

Tomorrow morning I think I may go back to Sacré-Coeur for a little more introspection - that or I'll head back to the Musée D'Orsay to finish viewing the Monets and Millets and Renoirs that I didn't get to see. Either way I hope to squeeze something in before class in the afternoon - time is running out and there is still so much so much to do!!

I have lots more photos to put up and tell you about, but its late and I want to be productive tomorrow, so alas, I will leave the rest for tomorrow night. Till then, bon soir!

Chateaux, Wedding Dreams, and Why I May Have Chosen The Wrong Major

Hello everyone. I have an announcement to make. I have begun dreaming of my wedding. It's true. It's sad. It's gruesomely girly. But alas, I must admit, I have commenced the wedding dress oogling and wedding venue hunting. And so far, first up on my list of perfect places to have my wedding: the château de Chenonceau, in Touraine, France, about 2 hours by train from Paris.

First of all, look at how fabulously this château is located - its on a river for goodness' sake! My picture definitely does not do it justice, but look at how amazing it is - the entire castle spans the width of the river, and thus every room in the house has a water front view, literally! Not to mention the two main galleries that span the length of the castle are absolutely gorgeous, and impeccably maintained. These days the upper floor gallery houses a collection of modern art. And this is where I'd like my reception, please...

The main ceremony down here, in the first floor arcades. Glorious. (Sorry for the weird sizing, I got this one off the web.)

I think what I love most of this château is the mix of modern and historic beauty that emanates from every room, every window, every decorative piece. In truth, give me a mix of modern and historic anywhere and I would fall in love with that place - it is truly my weak spot in decorative style.

A couple more photos of the interior decor. (Try to ignore my ridiculous friends and enjoy the marvelous paintings on the walls of the 2nd floor gallery.)

How about wedding photos in this perfectly manicured shrubbery labyrinth?

Or this picturesque leafy passage?

Or this magnificent tree-lined driveway?

Or this adorable country garden/cottage?

Anyways, you can see I've really fallen in love with this château. Luckily, I get to go again (with my parents!) in a just a couple weeks, so I get to fall in love with it all over again. And dream my girlhood dreams. Next I'll be clipping wedding dress photos out of magazines and pasting them on my wall - oh my. But a girl can dream, no? (The French would say, mais oui, bien sûr!)

After our visit to Chenonceau, we went to Clos Lucé, home of Leonardo Da Vinci (or "Léonard De Vinci" in French) where he spent his last days. Today's its a cute museum with lots of cute Da Vinci memorabilia (like quotes, one of my faves shown below) and peaceful garden views (also below).

"It is easier to be opposed (to something) at the beginning than at the end." Joey, if you're reading this, this one's for you.

But my favorite part of the museum was by far the entire basement level devoted to models of Da Vinci's inventions, visualized on paper by the brilliant thinker himself, and rendered in real-life by IBM, using period materials. I unfortunately don't have any photos of my own to show you (I was too enthralled by the models and informational plaques next to them to remember to take photos, apparently), so I've included one from the web below. This is a model of some flying machine that is artfully placed in his garden/backyard.

Which brings me to the third point of my post: after browsing the Da Vinci museum and spending 10x more time and energy in the model display wing than the entire rest of the museum, I realized something - I should have been an engineer. How else can one explain my inexplicable fascination of his totally awesome machines and devices. Drawbridge anyone??

Perhaps it was lucky for you all that I didn't take any photos of the models, or else you would have to suffer through me crying "Oh oh!! Look at this water scooping thing!! It's so cool!!" and "OMG! Look at how awesome this turny handle thing is!!" every ten seconds like my poor friend Nico did (thanks Nico for your patience).

Anyways, moral of the story: if I could turn back time and return to freshman year of college, when I was young and impressionable, and still had time to choose my major, I would choose engineering. Maybe. If only so I could play with models like these too. Yeah right.

Well, thanks for reading and I apologize for the lapse in posting this week. What with travelling all weekend and Fête de la Musique on Monday, I have been completely pooped. But this weekend I plan to go to Giverny to visit Monet's house - it should be a nice afternoon I à la compagne. I'll upload more pictures then.

Till then, salut!

CREPE UPDATE

Crêpe numéro 6. Chocolate and "noix de coco" - Another one of those times when I didn't find out what was actually going into my crepe until they had already made it. Noix de coco, as gorgeous and figurative as it sounds (we were trying to figure out if it was chocolate covered walnuts maybe, or cocoa beans, or what) is just the French for coconut. Who woulda thought that "nut of coco" would mean coconut. I mean, it was obviously completely beyond me to make that connection. Anyways, despite the fact that I don't really care for shredded coconut at all, this was a DELICIOUS crepe. Somehow, it was just a bit thicker and fluffier than any other crepe I had had so far, and the Nutella spread thickly inside was pure heaven. Those two elements combined made up for the coconut completely. Pretty sure I'm going back to the little stand tomorrow to get another, this time maybe just Nutella, or maybe Nutella banane. Mmmm. Location: Tiny roadside stand near school.

7. Andouillette and Chèvre cheese - I have got to stop ordering things I know nothing about. I asked the nice waiter what andouillette is, and he said something about pork insides and being interesting and I might not like it - but I would have none of that! Andouillette it was, and only the French recommended Chévre (goat) cheese sauce to go with it! I'd classify this crêpe experience just above the Grand Marnier one - once is enough, but at least I was able to finish the whole thing this time. And really, once I got over the chewiness of the pork intestines (yes it was definitely just intestine), the flavor really wasn't all that bad. Strong yes. Pungent yes. But not bad. Still, I think I'll let this combination stay on the menu for the time being, until I work up the courage to try it again. Ya win some ya lose some in this game of Food Fortune, but luckily, I win much more than I lose, and no matter what, its still gourmet food I'm eating - can anyone really lose? (Unnecessary answer to clichéd rhetorical question: NO) Location: Tours! heart of the land of chateaux, adorable ma/pa café/crêperie.

8. Beurre Sucre (Butter and Sugar) - After the riskiness of the first crepe of this meal (same cafe in Tours) I decided safely simple was probably the best way to go for dessert. Beurre sucre was that and so much more. Who would think two so ordinary things together could be SO AMAZING?? (I definitely didn't.) This baby was perfectly rich and light, sweet with a hint of salt from the butter, in a word, amazing. Definitely a staple for a reason. In all honesty, I think it might be a toss up between this one and the Nutella/banana one I am going to get tomorrow. Or maybe I'll be both. Enticing idea, will ponder, perhaps with another crepe in hand as food for thought. (Feel free to not laugh at that last one, its late and I realize what sounds passing funny in my head right now probably will not seem so at all to any sane reader of this blog, if any even exist.) Location: Tours, same adorbs cafe.

Three crepes, three days - I'd say it was a great weekend. The chateaux were amazing too, I found what might be my dream wedding location (post pictures later) and had way too much fun nerding it out at Leonard Da Vinci's house, looking at all of his awesome inventions.

But its late, and I am pooped. I will update again tomorrow, which happens to be the Festival of Music!! Music all day and music all night - I am very very excited. Until then, bon nuit!

P.S. I recently found out that I have been putting the wrong accent on crêpe this whole time - thank you for the good catch (you know who you are), I have gone through and fixed all my mistakes (there were a lot). How embarassing, but thank you!!

J'adore Rodin

Museums abound in Paris, as I'm sure everyone knows. In the past week.5 that I have spent here so far, I've been to 6 or 7 museums already, and there are doubtless at least another 5 or 10 to follow. However, I must say that my favorite, or at least one of my favorites so far, has been the Rodin Museum near Napoleon's tomb in the center of Paris (I also visited N's tomb today, which was cool.).

I have a few pictures to show you all of the many bronzes and studies that were on exhibit in the Musée Rodin - you can see in all of them the sense of emotion, power, struggle, and strength that is his trademark, and is what makes Rodin one of my all-time favorite artists (though I am in no way an art expert at all).

I've uploaded a few photos from the museum so you can see exactly what I am talking about (although all of these works are so much more exciting to see in person).

What is probably Rodin's most famous work, The Thinker, a depiction of a man deep in thought with his chin upon his knee. To me he seems as if he's muddling through a thick ocean of thoughts, indeed too many thoughts for his human mind to handle at once, but the strength in his limbs and the determination set in his face assure me that he will eventually tunnel his way through the mess of thoughts in his head and find the light. A great work.

And here's me being touristy and posing in front of it.

Next up: The Burghers of Calais. Another one of my favorites, and one of his more despondent works IMO (though the large part of his work is, from what I could tell, mostly representations of human struggle and suffering), this piece depicts the 6 city leaders of the Calais, a city under seige which was abandoned by the king of France during the 100 Year's War and forced to surrender its top city leaders in return for the release of the siege by the English. The 6 city leaders carry the keys to the city and are, à mon avis, the very picture of misery, sacrifice, and despair, tempered however by understanding and acknowledgment of why things must be so. What amazed me most in this piece especially was the amount of emotion described in just the hands and faces of the figures. Take a closer look and see if you can tell what each of these men are feeling as they walk to their execution.

The Kiss, an absolutely gorgeous work that the girly romantic in me just can not help but adore. Look at it, does it not look exactly as a couple in love, intertwined in a passionate first kiss, perched upon a rock before a gorgeous sunset, should look? Absolutely beautiful. The girl in me is melting right now. But apparently Rodin came to despise this work as meaningless and petty. To which I say: PSHHHT. Men.

Close up of The Kiss. Sigh.

Now, The Three Shades, which I actually don't know much about and couldn't decipher from the name or the sculpture itself. The internet wasn't much help either for this piece. If anyone knows and would like to enlighten me as to what this piece is about, please do. I would love to know. Nonetheless, I think its a great work of art. The strength and tenseness of emotion in the muscles of the arms and legs are absolutely amazing. This, like all of Rodin's pieces, looks so completely human and yet MORE than human in that the tension visible in every muscle can portray to a tee the emotion and thoughts storming in his mind and coursing through his limbs as a result. My words can't describe, but perhaps a picture can:

Finally, here's me in front of the Gates of Hell, which is probably my top favorite of Rodin's work. Hundreds of figures, tormented by inner demons as well as the physical torture of Hell, comprise this incredibly powerful depiction of Dante's Inferno, which alas, I still have yet to read (though I've already bought it and it has been sitting on my shelf for at least a year).

A bunch of literary and mythical allusions to tormented souls can be found throughout the work, one of which is Ugolin, the father who ate his children (I think??), seen below.

However, my favorite of the subjects depicted has got to be Paolo and Francesco in Fugit Amor, who are shown suffering for their adulterous love. Again, the girly romantic in me showing through. But whatever. Its art. Its allowed. (I have no idea why this image came out so big, although I did borrow it from another website because apparently I forgot to take a picture of this part of the Gates while I was there. My apologies for the awkward size.)

And that's it for pictures right now, but BTW, Stanford University (yes I know, hisssssssss) has a great collection of Rodins that, if you get a chance, you should really go check out. They have Thinker, Burghers of Calais, and the Gates of Hell outdoors, as well as lots more smaller pieces inside their on-campus art museum. Definitely jealous. Hisssssssssss.

Finally, before we part, a gorgeous shot of Notre Dame that I took tonight after dark, all lit up and beautiful. Enjoy!

And with that, bon nuit and à bientot!

Crêpes

So since my arrival in Paris, I have been eating loads and loads of crêpes, as, undoubtedly, it is one of the greatest culinary wonders of France. To better appreciate this artful melange (yes I'm using the English of this word here, so that I don't come off as any more pompous as use of this word usually indicates) of flour, milk, eggs, and really, anything else in the entire world (therein quite possibly lies the source of the crèpe's amazingness), I have decided to keep a running list of all the crêpes I have eaten and will eat during the course of my month and a half in France.

1. Ham, Egg, and Cheese - my first crepe of the summer, nice and simple, thought a bit plain for my taste. Probably wouldn't order again if other (read: more interesting) crepes were available. Location: rue Cler, during French street market walk.

2. Chocolate and Chantilly - You may ask, what's Chantilly? which is exactly what I asked, but out of embarrassment disguised as a desire to live life on the edge (come on, really now), I had to order the crepe and watch it made to realize Chantilly is just the French word for whipped cream. Which the girl making the crepe proceeded to fill my entire crepe with before I could react to tell her that I, in fact, don't like whipped cream at all. But by then it was too late. At least the chocolate crepe left over after I dutifully ate all the chantilly was quite good. In the end, still worth it. Location: Latin Quarter, little cafe with blue awning, adorable.

3. Sugar and Grand Marnier - Another one of my "order and find out" adventures, which, like the first, didn't turn out so well. After taking more than a few bites of this crepe, I realized I definitely did not like the taste of liquor in my crepe, no matter how sugary. Location: Eiffel Tower, most touristy place ever, second only to Montmartre (maybe).

4. Emmental, Roquefort, and Walnuts - only one word to describe: heaven. Salty, wonderful, heaven (okay maybe three words). After coming to Paris, I, like my friend Nico (see his blogpost on cheese here: http://cheesewineandvillage.blogspot.com/2010/06/aged-cheese.html), have fallen madly in love with Roquefort cheese, and even more with these cheese and walnut crepes I had after visiting Sacre-Coeur the first time. Salty, pungent, rich, and with just the right amount of bite added in by the walnuts, this crepe was absolutely to-die-for. Upon recounting the story of this magical crepe to my host family, they indulged me by making one for me at dinner earlier this week. Bliss. Divine bliss. Location: Montmartre, roadside stand. Dinner, homestay.

5. Foie gras, Fig jam, Pine nuts, Salad, and some kind of Prosciutto-like meat - I realize this description does nothing to describe the level of sophistication and truly gourmet quality of this amazing crepe that I had today on my way between museums. But it was truly amazing. My first time having actual foie gras and my first time eating such an elaborate crepe. It was actually called a galette, which is essentially a crepe open flat on the plate with the toppings sitting on top (where else?), as opposed to a rolled-up or folded crepe. Quite a crepe, and I definitely enjoyed it, though I was actually quite surprised by the flavor and texture of the foie gras. I think I will have to try it again to decide whether or not I actually like it. An amazing experience regardless. Location: near Place des Vosges, super cute boutique-crêperie.

I believe that is it for the time being, though I'm sure not for long. 5 crepes in 12 days, I'd say that is a good running start for my list, but I am in no way satisfied (neither is my stomach). I'll be sure to update with all subsequent crepe adventures, so if you're interested and willing to drool a bit, stay tuned!

Until next time, salut!

One Week in Paris AKA Picture Time!

Since I was already posting up pictures of Sacre-Coeur, I figured I would go ahead and put up a few more from my first week. Enjoy!

First off, of course, la Tour Eiffel. How could I not? I actually stumbled across the tower without meaning to (yes, I know, that sounds absurd, its only the most well-known, iconic emblem of Paris). I was on my way to rue Cler for a taste of typical Parisian market life last weekend, when I took a wrong turn, turned a corner, and literally stumbled into view of the tower. My first thought? OH hey, its the Eiffel Tower! (....yeah...I know...absurd)

Speaking of absurd, we watched the Absurdist play La Cantatrice Chauve (The Bald Soprano) last week after reading it in class. The play was, in a word, absurd. Absolutely absurd. Pure nonsense, really. I couldn't make heads or tails of it. But apparently, according to my host father, that's exactly the point. Fancy that.

Next up: Notre-Dame, famed cathedrale of Paris, located in the middle of the river on the Ile de la Cité (Island of the City). According to my History of Paris professor, it is one of the greatest examples of Gothic architecture (soaring ceilings, those buttress things, amazing stained-glass windows). The organ is amazing too, Nico and I went to a concert Wednesday night where I was completely astounded by the sheer force of sound released by those pipes. Incroyable.

Me being a dope next to a pretty Parisian lamppost. Big whup, I know.

Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous Louvre after dark. One of our first nights in Paris, the rest of the group and I went to this amazing palace to get to know each other and, how to say, s'amuser a little. We then proceeded to spend 3 awesome afternoons in the museum studying Neoclassic and Romantic art. Fabuleux.

And finally, my group! The fabulous students of Sweet Briar College Paris Summer Program 2010. Here we are walking down an adorable Parisian street (actually I'm not in it because I was taking the photo.)

Oh and one more thing I have to admit - I have shopped. Yes, I couldn't resist, French fashion is just too awesome and too accessible. Surprisingly, I was able to find quite a few good deals in some of the smaller stores in Paris. I picked up a sharp blazer and some classic tops - nothing like classic chic Parisian fashion - on a budget! I call it a study of French culture like any other aspect, and what better way to learn than to imitate, no?

And with that, à demain!