Many/most French museums have a "carte" that you can buy. These cards give you access to the museum without waiting in line. This is a huge benefit if you've ever tried to enter the Louvre or the Musee d'Orsday.
Other benefits that are less attractive but still important are things like a discount on food in the museum cafes, discount on purchases in the bookstore and usually docent-lead tours.
If we're in Paris for a long time, it's nice to "pop over" to the Grand Palais or the Louvre for an hour or two without thinking about it. One time, on a really hot day, we went to the Louvre mainly for the air conditioning. It was a Sunday in early Summer and very crowded, but we found a nice, vacant section of the museum and spent the day in absolute calm and cool.
You can go as often as you like, without waiting in line, without making a reservation.
At one time, I worked out the break-even on each card (individual price vs. number of times we went) and found that we saved a little bit of money and a lot of time by buying the card.
This year, I found that the card for the Grand Palais (called Sesame) has a new twist, they've added the Musee du Luxembourg to the card and called it Sesame +. For a mere Euro 22 more than the normal card, we can both go to this museum as often as we like. This is a great addition because this museum is close to home but normally very crowded. If we are holding the card, we can simply "pop" in when we see that there's no line.
Another exciting first for this year -- to buy the card on-line, you have to provide a photo. This year, my new computer has something called Photo Booth, so I just snapped my photo and downloaded it for my card. It isn't too bad, much better than the booths in the metro.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
We Pay Our Taxes
We pay our taxes, in both the US and France. We don't ask much of either country, we just blindly pay whatever they say we owe.
When we need something done, I don't expect to have to fight for it. Today I did. I fought and I won, but it shouldn't be this way.
Right after lunch I looked outside toward the ocean, I must do it hundreds of times per day. This time the view was different. Yuck. A dead, oozing, pigeon was on my deck. Oozing yellow stuff, the puddle at least the same size as the bird.
I didn't want to touch it, wild birds have germs that I don't want. I called Animal Control. It's Sunday and they're only open Monday through Friday. Just like in France, nothing bad ever happens Monday through Friday, it always happens on a weekend or holiday.
I called the police dispatch. I was so freaked out that I almost dialed 9-1-1, but I know that's a no-no. The dispatch person who answered the phone told me to pick the bird up and throw it in the trash.
This is where the taxpayer in me starts to get a bit ruffled. I never call the police, the city, the county or the state to do anything for me. I called today. Obviously, if I felt I could pick up the dead bird and throw it in the trash, I would have already done it, I needed help.
The dispatcher finally agreed to send Animal Control out to our house, after a lot of questions -- is the bird in the back yard (if it was, I bet they wouldn't have come), is it in the front yard (well, not exactly, it's on a 3rd-floor deck), can Animal Control access it from outside (only with a tall ladder). She agreed to send someone out but couldn't tell me the ETA.
I settled down with some reading material, knowing that it might be awhile.
It must be a light day at Animal Control, a truck pulled up within the hour. I met the woman officer outside, explained the problem. She was nice and told me that she does this all the time, it's not a problem. Maybe the dispatcher was just in a bad mood.
The officer came in picked up the bird and unfortunately examined it, like an animal coroner. She thought that the bird had probably hit the window and broken it's neck. I'll accept this story because it sounds less germy than dying of salmonella or e-coli or some other pigeon disease. (I had enough time between the call and the visit to look up "pigeon germs" on the internet).
She also shared that they cremate all the dead animals and then make the remains into mulch to feed the city's plants. Maybe this will save a bit of taxpayer money.
When we need something done, I don't expect to have to fight for it. Today I did. I fought and I won, but it shouldn't be this way.
Right after lunch I looked outside toward the ocean, I must do it hundreds of times per day. This time the view was different. Yuck. A dead, oozing, pigeon was on my deck. Oozing yellow stuff, the puddle at least the same size as the bird.
I didn't want to touch it, wild birds have germs that I don't want. I called Animal Control. It's Sunday and they're only open Monday through Friday. Just like in France, nothing bad ever happens Monday through Friday, it always happens on a weekend or holiday.
I called the police dispatch. I was so freaked out that I almost dialed 9-1-1, but I know that's a no-no. The dispatch person who answered the phone told me to pick the bird up and throw it in the trash.
This is where the taxpayer in me starts to get a bit ruffled. I never call the police, the city, the county or the state to do anything for me. I called today. Obviously, if I felt I could pick up the dead bird and throw it in the trash, I would have already done it, I needed help.
The dispatcher finally agreed to send Animal Control out to our house, after a lot of questions -- is the bird in the back yard (if it was, I bet they wouldn't have come), is it in the front yard (well, not exactly, it's on a 3rd-floor deck), can Animal Control access it from outside (only with a tall ladder). She agreed to send someone out but couldn't tell me the ETA.
I settled down with some reading material, knowing that it might be awhile.
It must be a light day at Animal Control, a truck pulled up within the hour. I met the woman officer outside, explained the problem. She was nice and told me that she does this all the time, it's not a problem. Maybe the dispatcher was just in a bad mood.
The officer came in picked up the bird and unfortunately examined it, like an animal coroner. She thought that the bird had probably hit the window and broken it's neck. I'll accept this story because it sounds less germy than dying of salmonella or e-coli or some other pigeon disease. (I had enough time between the call and the visit to look up "pigeon germs" on the internet).
She also shared that they cremate all the dead animals and then make the remains into mulch to feed the city's plants. Maybe this will save a bit of taxpayer money.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Robots or Food Processors?
The word for food processor in French is "le robot". It's so easy to remember, as in, "my little robot" that chops up food.
I went on an exhaustive search for a "robot" a few years ago after trying to make a fig sauce (from fresh figs) without one. I had to strain the figs through a collander and it was messy and time-consuming.
I looked on the internet then went to a store and bought one that I thought would be OK. I brought home an enormous box, took out millions of pieces and tried to put it together and test it. One key piece was missing and it wouldn't work, so I had to re-pack it (of course it didn't fit back the way it came) and trudge back to the store with the huge box. I asked for a refund and went to another store, this time, BHV.
The second robot was a success. It is smaller, with less parts. It wasn't expensive, less than Euro 100 and it is a workhorse. It has the capability to shred, slice, chop, grind, puree and make juice.
After searching for a "robot", I realized that they are much less expensive than in the US, a pleasant surprise, since this usually isn't the case.
In the US, I have one of the original Cuisinart food processors. Perhaps it is 25 years old, I have no idea. It has all the features and blades that I need. But, it doesn't work as well as I'd like anymore, food gets stuck between the blade and the bowl. I think it's time for a new one.
This should be easy, right? At least it should be easier and maybe cheaper than in France? I thought so. Off I went to the store. Nothing. There are two choices, very big, very expensive food processors or a new, small version that doesn't do many of the things a real food processor should do. This small version is really a dressed-up blender. All the nice ones are at least $200.
I'm sticking with the old one that makes noise and isn't perfect anymore. At least for now.
I went on an exhaustive search for a "robot" a few years ago after trying to make a fig sauce (from fresh figs) without one. I had to strain the figs through a collander and it was messy and time-consuming.
I looked on the internet then went to a store and bought one that I thought would be OK. I brought home an enormous box, took out millions of pieces and tried to put it together and test it. One key piece was missing and it wouldn't work, so I had to re-pack it (of course it didn't fit back the way it came) and trudge back to the store with the huge box. I asked for a refund and went to another store, this time, BHV.
The second robot was a success. It is smaller, with less parts. It wasn't expensive, less than Euro 100 and it is a workhorse. It has the capability to shred, slice, chop, grind, puree and make juice.
After searching for a "robot", I realized that they are much less expensive than in the US, a pleasant surprise, since this usually isn't the case.
In the US, I have one of the original Cuisinart food processors. Perhaps it is 25 years old, I have no idea. It has all the features and blades that I need. But, it doesn't work as well as I'd like anymore, food gets stuck between the blade and the bowl. I think it's time for a new one.
This should be easy, right? At least it should be easier and maybe cheaper than in France? I thought so. Off I went to the store. Nothing. There are two choices, very big, very expensive food processors or a new, small version that doesn't do many of the things a real food processor should do. This small version is really a dressed-up blender. All the nice ones are at least $200.
I'm sticking with the old one that makes noise and isn't perfect anymore. At least for now.
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