Chasing Rainbows

The weather has been weird this week.  A large storm that has torn across Northern Europe has also hit Paris.  It's been alternately windy, cold, rainy, sunny, warm; sometimes all at the same time.  Today, I thought there had to be a rainbow out there.   I looked and looked and didn't find one.

Then, on the way home on the bus, I looked out the window and Voila!  There it was!  A gorgeous rainbow.  Remember, this is through a bus window and it was moving. 

This one was taken after I got off the bus (you can see the bus pulling away) on rue de Sevres at Sevres Babylone.

Enjoy.

Do I Look Like A Fool???

In the past week, I have had countless small snubs come my way.  The kind that if you don't listen closely, it will go over your head.  They've come from Americans and French people, so it's not cultural.  It's something else.  I guess it must be me. 

I'll have to examine my method of operating.  Maybe I'm too casual, don't dress properly, smile too freely; I have no idea what it is that's leaving me open to comments of a negative nature.

I had an American woman imply that I could not afford a vacation like the one she had just taken.  I was so astonished (she is a psychotherapist, imagine!) that I was speechless.

Then, I asked a bus driver for directions and he literally didn't answer at all and shooed me off his bus.  Oh well.  Another person recently implied that I couldn't read French well enough to understand an article that he had enjoyed.  Finally, a neighbor today demanded a "Merci" twice from me before I could even respond.  I had to answer that I had heard her the first time and she hadn't given me the time to respond.  Hrmph!

I have also had my successes in places that are otherwise hostile.  I successfully, and without incident, bought a case of champagne today after a long discussion with the shop owner.  But, the man at the kiosk couldn't understand my request for "Le Figaro avec les magazines" even though I buy the same thing every Saturday from the same man.  On the good side, the guy in the grocery store went to his special supply of non-bruised bananas to find me four perfect ones.   The woman in the shoe store found the pair of boots I wanted after thinking she didn't have my size.  Pascal is always great at the tennis shop.

The bad still outweighs the good over the past week.  

I guess I should renew my membership in the "thick skin club". 

Chestnuts

It's that time of year again--I can smell the chestnuts roasting in big pans over high heat.  The smell is between woods-y and something burning.  But I love the smell.

Growing up in California, we never had chestnuts.  Maybe it's not cold enough. 

I don't even like the taste of chestnuts very much. I like the smell and the idea. 

I couldn't resist today and bought a small bag from a woman outside the Luxembourg Gardens.  She measured them out and then gave me a couple extra.  By the time I got them home they were cold, so I had to heat them up again to try them. 

St Jacut de la Mer

The tiny town of St. Jacut de la Mer is so small that it is hard to find on a map of Brittany.  A peninsula that juts into the ocean.  At low tide, you can almost walk across to the other side.  At high tide, the waves lap up against the sea walls. 

They have a small "downtown" with a grocery store, a few shops, even a weekly open-air market. 

There are a few adolescent boys that drive recklessly around town on Vespas, scaring the pedestrians. 

I doubt that many people live here full time.  But, there are enough little gardens and cute little well-kept homes that I could be wrong.

A bus stops once in the morning and once in the evening.  It costs Euro 2 to ride into Dinan, about 30 minutes away.  Otherwise you need to have a car, get a cab, find a friend with a car or walk.

For the second year in a row, we spent a week doing almost nothing.  Beach combing, hiking, breathing deeply to get as much of the cleansing sea air into our lungs. 

It's an ideal way to forget your problems, regroup, recuperate.

Photos from our beach hikes.

No One's Starving At This Monastery

No One Goes Hungry at L'Abbaye

 

CBS vs. Time Warner Cable

Yesterday I decided that I need to change to another television provider because my current provider, Time Warner Cable, has been in a dispute with CBS for more than a month. 

The straw that broke the camel's back was my inability to see the US Open Tennis matches over the weekend.  The Tennis Channel and ESPN 2 had weak offerings.  I also miss 60 Minutes and the CBS Evening News.

But, lucky for me, the two media giants somehow got it figured out and made a deal late yesterday.  I'm saved.

Saved from the ordeal of changing from one company to another. I think they make it hard just so you won't change.  A change would involve a change of equipment (modem, DVR, wifi router), change of all my internet settings (how would I figure this all out) and a change to the Slingbox which we use to watch US programs while away from home.  I'm sure the change would have taken weeks and we would have been without one service or another for a long time.  We now get TV, internet/wifi and phone service from one company.  Maybe that's a mistake, but I'm willing to live with it now that we have CBS again.

Spices

I have to admit it, I have lots of spices in little bottles like these.

I buy them for recipes.  I buy them with the intent to cook something new or different.   It is always a hopeful, happy purchase.

Today, I came home with about 10 new jars of spices.  I didn't count them but it was a lot.  I bought  two jars at once for some of my favorites.  I hate that moment in the kitchen when I use the last of something or find the jar empty. 

Unfortunately, I bought two jars of rosemary today.  I use it a lot and I thought I was completely out.  I cooked a rack of lamb for Terry last night.   I had to improvise with the spices due to the lack of this key ingredient.    Too late for dinner last night,  I found a jar of rosemary in the pantry while I was putting my new loot away this afternoon.  It was in plain sight with the other new, unopened spices waiting patiently to be opened.  So now I have three. 

I hoard spices.  I feel unhappy, uncomfortable if I'm missing one of my go-to herbs or spices.

I just looked in my pantry and realized that I must be in the habit of buying a spice for a recipe when I already have one.  That's the case with nutmeg, turmeric and paprika.  I have 5 different kinds of paprika and I rarely use it because it doesn't seem to bring much flavor to the my recipes.  It does bring color though, so I can't count it out. 

There is also poultry seasoning and pumpkin pie spice.  I certainly don't need more bottles of these once-a-year flavors. 

I have to import and export certain spices that are better in the US or in France or simply unavailable.

French herbs de provence is much better than the overpriced stuff for sale at Williams Sonoma.  I buy big bottles of it at Monoprix.  When I check out with five or more bottles of herbs de provence and a few containers of sel de camargue, I'm sure the checker wonders what I am going to do with this vast quantity of herbs and salt.  A lot of it goes in the suitcase, for use in my US kitchen and for gifts to friends and family members who are "in the know".   Imports into France include ancho chili powder and smoked paprika from Trader Joe's. That's the one paprika that I love and it's almost impossible to find. 

I hoard spices in both countries.   Even though I cook differently, cook different things in each place, I use the same spices routinely so they are the jars that are stacked up in both places.   I once told Terry that we can't leave France for good until all the spices are used up.  That won't happen anytime soon. 

Is It A Pharmacy?

I was driving to an appointment yesterday in LA.  I needed to stop at a pharmacy and buy some Advil.  I had a headache developing from all the traffic and smog.

I saw the familiar sign and pulled into the parking lot.

This is the universal  sign that means "pharmacy"  in France. 

When the light is on, the store is open, when it's off, it's closed. 

CVS, Rite-Aid and Walgreens don't exist in France.  The normal French pharmacy is very small.  Most of the things for sale are behind the counter so you have to ask for them; even Advil.

Back to LA.  I walked into the store.  It was kind of dark and not very welcoming.  No one else was in this store except me.  Finally a young guy, very shabbily dressed, walked out from the back room.  "Hi", he said.

Suddenly, I realized, I'm not in Kansas anymore.  I'm not in France.  I'm in a medical marijuana dispensary.

This is the sign that was out front.  Actually, it was a flag.  That should have been my first clue of impermanence. It was so familiar, but not quite the same.

I made my excuses and left the store. Laughing as I got into my car, I realized that I would never have had the courage to park and enter this kind of store.  So this was an interesting mistake. 

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Dreaming of Voltaire

I used to walk by this statue of Voltaire every day on my way to the Club Med Gym. 

He (it) is in a small private garden across from one side of the Institute de France.  I think it is at the very top of rue de Seine.  It is one of so many historic places in Paris that makes me feel that I lived here during Voltaire's time. 

Of course, I wouldn't have liked pre-Haussman Paris nearly as much.  But I can still dream. 

Weather Report

It's sad that the weather such an important part of a trip.  But it is.  Madrid was warm, sunny, dry.  Not a cloud in the sky.

Everyone was sitting outside, under umbrellas, at 10 PM.  Starting to consider the dinner menu.  These guys were taking care of the entertainment.  They were actually pretty good.

Despite the graffiti in this picture, the city was clean, seemed safe.  Everything worked.

We only saw one demonstration and it was only about 20 people walking on the sidewalk, so traffic wasn't disrupted.

I'm trying to be "zen" about the Paris weather.  This lovely creature lives at the Musee Guimet. 

Paris has had dark skies, thunderstorms and lots of rain.  It's hard to plan the day.  One minute it seems like Summer, the next minute I'm ducking for cover. 

J'ai fait mes courses

Saturday is always a big errand-running day for me in Paris.  Most stores are closed on Sunday. 

People that work have only one day to do all the chores.  On the positive side, Sunday is then allocated as a rest, relaxation and fun day.  Except that many restaurants are also closed.

In the US, my routine is simple and familiar.  I can do all my errands without getting tired and without having to go home to drop things off.  I start out at the gym.  I do my workout, throw on my jacket and jump in my car.  Many of the stores that I frequent are nearby;  the grocery store, pharmacy, tailor.  Even if I go to several different stores for groceries they are all easily within a five mile range. 

I put all the "stuff" in the trunk of the car, run the rest of the errands and go home.  I put it all away, take a shower and I'm done for the day and it's not even lunchtime.

In Paris, I also have a long list of errands.  In May there are so many holidays that I have to "stock up" a or I risk not having an ingredient or a band aid or laundry soap when I need it. 

Off I go.  It is not normal to run errands in workout clothes.  I walk to and from the gym in workout clothes and that's a bit unusual; most woman change into street clothes to go home (even if they don't shower). 

Sometimes I run errands before working out and sometimes I work out then  take a shower and change into street clothes before going out to do the errands.  I have tried both schedules, they both work so it just depends on what is going on. 

My errands are always in different directions.  I have to organize them, using the apartment as a "hub".  I go off in one direction with my trusty cart, do everything possible in that area, come home, drop it all off and then head out in a different direction for another "load".  Yesterday I didn't finish all the chores until about 2 PM.  That's OK, it's also interesting.   There's always something new to see.  I also feel a sense of satisfaction when everything is in order (at least for a day or two). 

They Come, Without Fail

The Luxembourg ponies arrive for a day of pleasure for small children.  These ponies are in the garden every Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday without fail.  They are famous; in everyone's home movies and photos of a day enjoyed outdoors. 

Daylight Savings Time Came A Bit Early Here

I almost had a heart attack on Saturday afternoon.  As I was walking around the Lux, I looked up and the clock said it was almost 2 PM.   I was supposed to be at a movie at 3 PM.  Heart attack. 

Then, I realized that someone had set the clock ahead a day early.  Why work on the weekend?

Lockdown In The Lux

I've never been frisked trying to enter the Luxembourg Gardens for my AM jog -- until today.  Most of the gates were closed and the area around the Senat was cordoned off.  I made my way around enough times to get the minimum 5km before beating a hasty retreat.

CNN has the answer to what's going on;  the Senat is debating the same-sex marriage bill today.  Wow.  How can an issue like marriage bring such an air of hostility and violence.  I've never seen the Lux so protected in all my years here.  

Order Has Been Restored

This is our third coffee pot in 11 years in France.  A pretty good record.  Our last one was past it's prime when it finally stopped working.  Unfortunately the day it decided to stop working was a Sunday when nothing is open.  We made do with a few Nespressos this morning before venturing out for what seemed like a simple errand.

In the US, we jump in the car, probably still in our workout clothes, and go to Target.  We grab one quickly and rush it home.  Done, in under 30 minutes door-to-door.

Not so in Paris.  We got on the bus which took us to the stop, "Hotel de Ville".  A manifestation was getting underway so the police had the whole square in front of the Hotel de Ville closed off with those metal fences.  Hoping for a short errand, we pushed through the gate and crossed the square.  At the other end, a bunch of police had gathered.  The wall is kind of high at that end so we had to jump down.  Ouch.  No permanent damage.

Into BHV, which is under construction on the outside and is being re-arranged on all 6 floors for the Summer.  Nothing is where it used to be!  We found coffee pots on the 3rd floor I think.  Didn't all that stuff used to be on the 4th floor?  And more importantly, why did they move it.  Oh well.  We found a display of coffee pots.  The one feature that we were looking for was not marked on any of the machines.  We like a coffee pot that turns off by itself after awhile in case we forget to turn it off.   We asked a salesman who didn't know so he got another woman who showed us the models that turn off automatically.  All of them are big and cost Euro 100.  Not what we had in mind.  We walked around, saw a few others and decided that BHV might not have the best selection.

Back on the bus.  This time we took the first bus that was headed in the right direction, since we didn't really know where to go.  We got off near the Pont Neuf.  We crossed the street and right there was a huge Darty store. In we went.  We saw a pretty good coffeemaker but the saleswoman told us that it was low quality.  Hard to imagine that happening but we decided to believe her since we'd never heard of the brand before.  The other models were nothing special, back to the bus, back to BHV.

We avoided the square in front of the Hotel de Ville this time and walked around, back to the 3rd floor back to the displays.  They all started looking better since we'd now been on this errand for at least two hours in our semi caffeine-free state.  We finally decided on a model, bought it and left.

Not to be outdone by how logistically hard it was to buy a coffee maker, the bus we were on had a "terminus" (stop where everyone has to get off) that wasn't the end of the line.  We all got off the bus and the electronic sign said that the next bus would be coming in 9 minutes.  I hate it when this happens.  We decided to hike it out.  During this part of the journey, Terry was hit by a woman on a bike who was going too fast.  We got to the 58 bus stop and had a bit of time to wait.  A crazy woman was asking the same question of everyone that was waiting for the bus, we answered in the same way as everyone else and she seemed surprised to be getting the same answer.

The coffee pot has been washed and is ready to brew tomorrow morning.

Laundry, Paris-Style

French washers are very different from US models.  In our limited space, we have one unit that both washes and dries the clothes.  You can wash, dry or wash and dry.  You can also rinse or spin the clothes.  There are many different cycles, many of them take a very long time (more than three hours) but there is also an ECO cycle. 

We are already on our second washer/dryer combo.  They seem to be quite expensive and they break down quickly, probably due to the violent activity that takes place with each wash cycle. 

They also hold very little.  I can do 2.5 kg of wash/dry and it takes more than three hours.  On the "good" side of the equation, it uses very little water unlike a US model.  A small amount of water is heated, goes into the tank, the laundry is spun, rinsed and the water leaves.  This is also good if there's some kind of breakdown.  My US washer had a problem about a year ago and it flooded the entire floor with many, many gallons of water.  If this happened in France, it would flood our neighbor's apartments and cause a lot of damage.

So, with guests coming from the US soon, I've had to warn everyone that doing laundry is time-consuming and noisy.   For large loads I often go to the Laudromat down the street and do it all at once.  It isn't bad at all and it's done in one hour.

A Bit Of Snow

This is the scene that we woke up to this morning.  A bit of snow on the ground. 

It's March, I know, but that's OK. 

It's also very cold outside.  Too cold to go out. 

I re-covered my plants, not with the special stuff I got at BHV earlier in the year but some plastic painting tarps. I'd already taken off and thrown away the covers thinking that the sun would be out soon.

It was supposed to snow yesterday but it didn't.  We've had a steady light snow all day long.

President's Day or Presidents' Day or Presidents Day?

Tomorrow is President's Day.  Or is it Presidents' Day?

When I was in school, we celebrated Washington's birthday and Lincoln's birthday; two separate holidays in February.  At that time, the days were celebrated on the actual birth day (date).  Washington's actual birthday was February 22 and Lincoln's was February 12. 

Several attempts were made to create on generic "President's Day".  Obviously, we can't have a holiday for every President, can we?  Actually, many we want to forget. 

In any case, along came the Uniform Monday Holiday Act which puts many holidays on a Monday to avoid confusion and give people a three-day weekend.  The third Monday of February was chosen, between the two men's birthdays.  But, the holiday was still called, "Washington's Birthday". 

It was later changed to Presidents Day to honor the office of President.  Some states still honor Lincoln on his birthday, but that goes state-by-state. 

The spelling of the day is up for grabs.  It can be found in the dictionary three different ways; with the apostrophe before the "s" (one President), after the "s" (more than one President),  or without an apostrophe.  I think the first two are fine depending on the meaning.  The third, which is the current style in the AP Stylebook (followed by most journalists) is incorrect.  Oh well, what do I know. 

Happy President(s) Day.

Holiday Abundance

It's President's Day weekend in the US.  Monday is a holiday. 

I think that it's also "ski week" here.   Ski week is a  holiday week in February that was started a few years ago because so many of families took their kids out of school for a week to ski.  The schools decided that it was easier to "go with the flow".  Now there is a holiday week in February and the week has been tacked on to the end or beginning of the school year. 

Many of these holidays take me by surprise.  They're not on my calendar.  I'd forgotten that Monday will be a day off for many, including banks, schools and the post office.  At least I didn't plan a week of skiing thinking that I'd have the mid-week slope to myself. 

It feels like we just got over the Christmas/New Year's holidays.  I like the normalcy of daily life, unmarred by closures, multitudes of kids on skateboards and no mail service. 

I'm off to France soon, so I shouldn't complain about holidays here.  May is impossible in France with five holidays, November has a lot too. Then, if the holiday falls mid-week, the French people take a few days off either before or after the holiday to make it a long weekend.  It's called "le pont" or the bridge.    The abundance of holidays never ceases to amaze me. 

Easter is early this year, falling at the end of March.  In the US, I remember that some companies would give the employees a 1/2 day off for Good Friday.  What a treat.  In France, the Easter holiday is at least four days -- Friday through Monday since "Easter Monday" is a holiday for many people.  Stores are all open the day before Easter so everyone is out stocking up. 

Then, there are the vacances scolaries, for students. This holiday consists of two weeks off from school several times a year.  It is wise to never book travel at the beginning or end of these holiday periods, everyone scrambles to get out of town and cabs are scarce, train stations crowded and the roads jammed in both directions (in and out of town). 

While I like holidays in general, I think there are too many of them both here and in France.

TGIF, and it's not over yet...

 It's not a job-related TGIF today, it's a dishwasher that has caused a lot of undue stress in my life for the last week plus.  Here's the culprit. 

Our old dishwasher still worked and I had a hard time justifying the purchase of a new one.  The old one was very, very noisy.  With two new grand kids sleeping right below the old monster, we had to "time" the dishwasher cycles between naps and bedtime.  If everyone was visiting, the dishes started to pile up pretty quickly.

Then I heard that today's dishwashers are silent.  My sister says that she has to look for the light to see if hers is running or not.

I thought getting a new dishwasher would be easy.   We've just put in new hardwood floors, carpeting and purchased custom furniture.  All of that should have been hard.  Even though it was hard to have our house torn up for several weeks, everything went smoothly.  The workers were professional.  They did the job right. 

Off to Pacific Sales I went with my tape measure and the measurements of my existing dishwasher.  I found a salesman right away and told him I wanted the quietest dishwasher available.  His eyes lit up.  Evidently the quieter the machine the more expensive it is.  Of course.  He showed me two machines; one American, one European.  He suggested I buy the American brand which was more expensive. 

It looked really nice had a lot of features that I hadn't asked for but that would come in handy.  Like a third row that you can put knives, and utensils to wash. Out came the tape measure with a surprise.  This machine is too tall for my space.  I went clear across the store to measure the other one.  It was slightly shorter but still 1/8" too tall.  I asked the salesman about the height and he replied, "they're all standard".  Of course they're not exactly standard since one was about 3/8" taller than the other one, but I guess we're splitting hairs. 

Back home to re-measure.  The second set of measurements told me that neither "standard" size machine would fit in the space.  Back to Pacific Sales.  Found the salesman who was rude and impatient with me, repeating his mantra, "they're all standard".  He didn't offer any suggestions and couldn't wait to leave my company.  Obviously I couldn't buy a dishwasher today.  Back home, this time to my computer.

Yes, dishwashers are a standard height, 33-7/8".  Yes, my space is 33-3/4".  So, I asked Mr. Google for suggestions.  Back came four model numbers each from a different manufacturer.  There was one I liked.  It was at Best Buy.  Luckily Best Buy is closer than Pacific Sales.  I went there, with my tape measure and my model number.  A nice salesman spent a lot of time with me, looking on his computer. Unfortunately, he couldn't get the one I wanted any time soon.  Back home.  I called Pacific Sales, talked to a woman who told me that they had 26 of the dishwasher I wanted.  Back to Pacific Sales to find, to my amazement, that the dishwasher I wanted was sitting right on the showroom floor and that the original salesman could have easily pointed this out to me.  Anger aside, I bought the dishwasher and the saleswoman arranged for delivery and an installer to come out the next day.

If I'd only known that this was the easy part. 

The installers called and gave me a three hour window.  They arrived 5 minutes before the end of the window, of course.  The head guy immediately jacked the price of installation by 100% due to electrical, plumbing and other things that he found deficient. OK, the dishwasher has to go in.  They worked, drilled, hammered.  They ran up and down the stairs.  By 5:30PM, the dishwasher was still in the middle of the kitchen.  The installer called and said that they had to finish their other installations today and that they had to go to Home Depot to get a pipe to finish our job.  They'd be back later.  Hungry and tired, our kitchen was trashed.  Chips of stuff, dirt and water on the floor.  They'd used, without asking, my pots and pans to contain water leaks that they'd created in their task.  I just wanted them out of my house at any cost.  

When I told them that they'd have to come back the next day, the installer yelled at me.  I told him to take his tools and leave.  Needless to say, they aren't welcome back.  We called a plumber who finished the job 24 hours later.  I sanitized the kitchen, put everything away and order was restored. 

WICE Visual Arts Department Vernissage

Please join us at another great event at WICE.

The Visual Arts Department will be having an exhibition every two months during the academic year.  The next vernissage is scheduled for Wednesday, February 13, 2013. It will run from 6:30 PM - 8 PM.

The artists that are represented will be on-hand to discuss their work.  Snacks and wine will be provided.

The event will take place at the WICE offices.

Thursday Is The New Friday

After a movie last night, we went to our favorite sushi place.  We were hoping for a casual, fast meal. 

We arrived a bit later than usual.  The place was packed.  Standing room only.  Mostly 20 and 30-somethings wearing casual clothes not work clothes.  It was loud, almost like a party. 

We declined the table offered to us right by the front door.  It was next to a long table of young men who were screaming, getting up and down to talk to the other end of the table, taking sake shots. 

Do we want to pay to be in this atmosphere?  We went home and lit the grill.

Then it dawned on me -- it was Thursday night.  We've run into this before.  Thursday is the new Friday.  Remember TGIF?  Now it's TGIT. 

Do people work four days a week instead of five or do they show up for casual Friday with a hangover?  Maybe a bit of both.  I think some of the aerospace companies in the area work on an every-other Friday off basis.  All these people can't be unemployed or they couldn't afford the sushi and sake.  I don't know what unemployment pays these days but it can't be enough for this kind of meal. 

In any case, we were shut out last night.  Maybe we'll try for a Friday night out, it might be dead at the sushi place. 

Sheet Protectors

Sheet protectors are those plastic sheets that protect paper.  Normally they have holes in one side so that they can be put into a binder.

When we were looking for an apartment in Paris, the real estate agents didn't log into a multiple listing service on their computers, they pulled out a binder, licked a finger and proceeded to turn the pages encased in sheet protectors.  Each sheet protector held an apartment.  At the time, it didn't seem like there was any order to these papers, as a new apartment came on the market, it was written up, printed out, put into it's own sheet protector and added to the front of the binder. 

Since we haven't been in the market for an apartment for a few years, I don't know if they've upgraded the system to computer yet.  In any case, there is no such thing as a multiple listing service so each agency has it's own apartments.  If you're in the market to buy something, you have to either look on the internet (Se Loger) or another website to find all the products and then contact the agent directly.

I hadn't thought about sheet protectors in a long time until recently.  We don't/shouldn't use as much paper with the ease of use and portability of computers these days. 

We went to buy a new couch and to my surprise, the store didn't have all the models available in the store or on-line.  We had to sit at a table and look through -- you guessed it-- a binder with papers in sheet protectors.

When we found the model we wanted, we referred to fabric samples to find what we wanted.  Putting the two together to find the price and delivery status, the rep in the store opened yet another binder with more sheet protected pages of specs and prices.  It was very laborious and took quite a long time.  Several phone calls were required before the price and specs were delivered to us for approval.   Why they still use paper is beyond me, especially since they don't have any kind of catalog.  

Micro Cell Deux

The micro cell took all day to install and countless calls to AT &T's technical support.

At one time, AT & T told me that my modem wasn't fast enough to support their product which prompted a call to our internet service provider who assured me that our modem is quite fast, thank you.  This is the game that companies play when they can't fix the problem, they tell you that someone else caused the problem.  It's impossible to have one-stop shopping for something like this.

I finally ended up on an hour+ long call with a rep that somehow got it to work.  Now I can get phone calls and texts in my house, quite an accomplishment. 

The pain of losing half a day of my time wasn't worth it, though. 

Quail and Rabbit in France, Bison in the US

I had my first taste of bison meat at Christmas time. My sister ordered a bison steak and I had a bite. It was delicious.

If I think of those big, wiry-haired creatures munching grass on the plains and it's hard to imagine that they taste good.  But the meat is quite tasty when prepared properly.  My sister makes bison spaghetti sauce which she says is great and her family loves it. 

I was in Whole Foods yesterday morning.  It's one of the few places I know that carries bison so I decided to give it a try. Luckily it was early and the butcher was talkative.  He walked me through the different cuts of meat, where they originate anatomically and how to cook them.  I settled on ground bison meat and decided to make a meat loaf. 

I didn't think too much more about it until it was time to actually prepare the bison.   I opened the package and looked at it.  It was very red.  I later read up on bison and found out that it is redder than beef because it is leaner.  The ground bison is guaranteed to be 10% fat or less. 

With the normal recipe I use for turkey meatloaf (loaded with fresh veggies) I prepared the bison and popped it in the oven.  We loved it and now I'm hooked.  I wonder if it's available in France? I can't imagine bison grazing in Burgundy next to a vineyard but it could happen I guess. 

I have my go-to lean favorites in France too.  Quail and rabbit are equally delicious and healthy.  Just like the bison in the US, I have to get these treats at a butcher although I've seen rabbit and quail packaged on the store shelves it makes me a little nervous to buy them this way.  The first time I made quail, I didn't know that you have to ask the butcher to cut off their little heads (feathers, eyes and all).  The feet, thankfully were off.  So, I had to decapitate them before cooking them.  It didn't sour me on the experience because they were magnificent. 

Rabbit is an acquired taste in my family.  We used to eat it when we were kids, I think because it was inexpensive.  Terry declined several times when I offered to cook it for him.  Finally we were surprised by French friends who cooked a rabbit for us.  Terry thought it was chicken, luckily he didn't compliment the meal by name.  It still took some work to get him to try it.  I researched recipes, found the perfect one.  We went to the butcher, found the perfect rabbit and had it cut up to my specifications.  Terry is sold on rabbit now.

So we have our options for healthy, low-fat, high protein meat.  It's hard (but not impossible) to get rabbit and quail here.  Almost impossible to get it fresh (not frozen).   I have no idea about bison in France, it would probably be frozen too. 

The "Micro" Cell

We have horrible cell phone reception at home in the US.  We have AT &T but I think that all the mobile operators have the same problem here.  At the store, the sales guy told me that it isn't AT & T's fault, it's the City of Manhattan Beach that won't let more towers be built to extend cell coverage.  I'm semi-skeptical, but I can't imagine having a cell tower on my roof and there is very little public property around here.

So, I got a "hot tip" a couple of days ago that I could call AT&T and get a "micro" cell which would extend coverage.

After a lot (!!!) of run-around, I finally got it today.  The run-around is that they should give everyone this cell so that we can use our phones.  The obvious thing is to change carriers if they don't help out.  After several phone calls and an extended and weird negotiation at the store, I got the micro cell, brought it home and plugged it in.  I'm waiting for it to boot up before I can call this a result.  It is supposed to take 90 minutes, but I think that's just enough time for all the people I've dealt with today to finish their shift so I don't bug them again.

At the store, when I asked for AT &T to waive the cost ($199) they tried to make me buy something else that is the same cost, give me the micro cell and then I could return the other product.  They actually then tried to get me to buy another product, but it just seemed too convoluted.  I can't figure out why they would do this.  In any case, I am expecting a credit on the next bill.  I am also expecting my phone to ring a bit more often.  We'll see.

The bad part of this product is that you've got to register all the phones to this cell. So, if I have a micro cell but my neighbor doesn't he can't use his phone with mine.  That seems like a bother since now everyone will have one more device and if they don't, they won't have cell service.

Other Grooming Differences

I never get my hair done in France due to a bad experience.  The downside of this is that I can get pretty scraggly looking between trips across the Atlantic.

The differences in my grooming habits are deeper than this.  Almost every aspect of my grooming routine is different in the US than it is in Paris. 

Part of the problem with grooming in Paris is the traveling to get to and from an appointment.  If it's snowing and I've just gotten a pedicure, I can't slide into my boots to make the trip home.  Hypothermia aside, it would look a bit suspicious to be on the metro in flip-flops. I don't have a car.

This brings up the first of many cultural differences in the area of grooming -- nail polish is optional (and costs extra) after a pedicure.  In my opinion, why would anyone want a pedicure and not get their toe nails polished.  That's the cute part.

I seem to have a busier schedule in France.  Mornings are reserved for exercise, a shower and maybe a trip to the grocery store.  Several afternoons are blocked with on-going obligations.   Then there's the myriad of exhibitions, museums and movies to see.  Friends to visit.  It's hard to find a second for grooming. 

In the US, maybe it's because I have a car that grooming just seems easier.  It's warm most of the time, so flip-flops aren't weird.   No one even sees them if I'm coming home from a pedicure.  No one sees my red, no makeup face on the return trip from the facialist.

And I have more time in the US.  Cultural events aren't nagging me to attend before they disappear.

Another biggie:   I can speak English.  It is really hard to tell someone in a foreign language that my skin is sensitive, and I don't want a chemical exfoliation that will make me look years younger after the blotchy red skin goes away. 

It seems to me that the only safe grooming activity in France is waxing.  They don't break the skin and it can grow back.  Unless it's the eyebrows, if it's a bad job, no one will notice.  And, it's fairly inexpensive, compared with the US.

I've never had a massage in France, maybe I'll try it sometime.  All the grooming activities also carry the fear that I will meet my neighbors either in the street or in the building when I'm coming in the door from a grooming appointment.  Flip flops when it's snowing, no makeup, hair in a mess, the rumors will fly.

I Didn't Realize

I didn't realize how much I needed a hair appointment until I walked out of the salon yesterday. 

I had a bad (very bad) experience with a french coiffeuse in 2006.  At that time, we'd been in France a long time and I needed my hair done.  I'd seen a nice, large salon near our apartment.  I went in to investigate, talked to the owner.  We discussed what needed to be done and I set up an appointment to see her in a few days. 

When I arrived at the salon, I was told that another woman would be doing my hair.  I should have balked then but I accepted this change and sat down in her chair.  In the US, I have a "weave".  They put color (or colors) into a thin amount of hair and wrap that in foil.  Then you wait until it works, they wash and style the hair. 

I had asked for a weave.  The original woman (owner) said OK to the weave.  Maybe they don't do weaves in France.  The new woman started doing what she called "balayage" which means sweeping.  It is similar except they put the hair in plastic wrap instead of foil.  I didn't object to this.  But, it took FOR-EVER.  At the two hour mark, I should have been out the door but she was still sweeping.  The cutting took forever too.  I ended up staggering out of the salon at about the 4-/2 hour mark.  My hair looked OK, not great, not even better.  But, the next day when I tried to style it I encountered a disaster.  The woman didn't cut it right, didn't color it right and it didn't look good at all.  I had to let it all grow out. 

Ever since then, I've been getting my hair done exclusively in the US.  So, sometimes I have to wait a long time between appointments. 

I've been putting off getting my hair done because I've been busy.   I should have gone sooner.  This week, I looked in the mirror and decided that I'm overdue.  I looked "witchy".  Off to see Jeannie I went yesterday.   I really didn't think too much about it, I just needed a bit of rejuvenation.  But now that it's done, I realize that I waited far too long.  Maybe I need to find a French coiffeuse that I can trust.

It’s A Big World

It seems like a small world when you run into someone you know in an unexpected place, often thousands of miles from where you’ve known them.   Delightful. 

Living between two countries, I often spot someone on the street, the grocery store or the gym that, for a split second, I think I know. 

Even though it’s the wrong city, my brain is slow on the uptake.  I’ve already made eye contact-- or worse -- smiled broadly; thinking that they know me too.  It’s usually a look-alike and I quickly and casually look away. 

Why would I see Lucienne at the Spectrum in Manhattan Beach or Nancy in at the Marche Bio in Paris? 

Things and people that seem quite familiar and everyday to us are unknown in other parts the world.  It is exhausting to try to keep up.  World events unfold at a rapid rate.  Achievements that don’t effect me go unnoticed.  By me.

I was excited to hear that Jane Goodall was chosen to be the 2013 Grand Marshall of the Rose Parade in Pasadena.  In our part of the world, this is a great honor.  Her quote in the LA Times this morning pushed me right off my egocentric position of balance.  She said, “When you grow up in England and spend all your time in Tanzania…I hadn’t heard of the Rose Parade”.  Hmmm.  I know who she is…

I guess this goes back to the "big world" theory.  You can’t be everywhere and know everything.  Even if you're Jane Goodall. 

Chloe's Christmas

Everyone gets something for Christmas.   Chloe got a new stuffed zebra.  She was very excited.

Happy New Year.

The French Send New Year's Cards

And this year, I'll be doing the same thing for most of my list.  We've had a minor household disaster that required some of my attention in the last week, so I prioritized other things over the cards.  Now they're sitting on my desk looking very lonely. 

I know that the French send New Year's cards, so even though my cards are very Christmas oriented (they are red, white and green) they are going to have to wait.  I also ran out of stamps and the post office was insane this morning.

Merry Christmas

The God Song

I heard this for the first time last night. I was driving home in the rain, it was dark. I was trying to see the road and avoid an accident.  (I was successful).  I heard this song playing on the radio and at first I almost turned it off, but it caught my attention.  So, I'm sharing.  Enjoy

The God Song

Here's the history of the song.  To hear it, you'll have to look about half way down the page to find the link to play it.

Peace on Earth during this holiday season and for the years to come.

You Know You're In California When...

When you hear Feliz Navidad (you'll hear the pronunciation if you're not from around here) three times in one hour on the radio, you know you're in Southern California or maybe Texas.   Are there other states with such a strong Mexican culture? 

There are all different versions, this one is not the most traditional, but you can get the idea of what it sounds like.  The only Spanish words are the title, perhaps it's a translation.

I, personally, have been listening to the Winter Solstice series during this holiday season.  What have you been listening to?

Earthquake Preparedness

Earthquakes happen every day somewhere in the world.  Some are big and some are small.  Sometimes an earthquake occurs in an unusual place, a place that isn't prone to earthquakes.

I am embarrassed to admit this, but on the last flight from Paris to LA I watched the film, "Ice Age 4, Continental Drift".  It's enough to scare anyone.  The ground opens up, the seas swell, the animals are separated.  Even though it was a really dumb movie, it hit home.

We live in an area that is due for "a big one".  I hate to say "THE" big one since it implies that it will be the last one. 

We haven't reviewed our earthquake preparations in several years.  I've started a list of supplies.   I also need to figure out how to shut off the water and the gas to the house.  This is important but also hard to do because it requires a special tool.

We have flashlights and a radio.  If the electricity is out, we need batteries for all of these. Off to the store I went and loaded up on batteries.  I put new batteries in everything and checked them all.  Our other supplies include face masks, gloves, tape and some drop cloths.  We have a supply of food in our pantry that should last for awhile, although it will not be very tasty.

Now we need water.  They say we will need 1 gallon per person per day for at least 4 days = 8 gallons.  I have to get to the store to get water and then figure out a rotation scheme to drink and replace so that it stays fresh.

What's left?  All the glass.  I've used some museum putty on some vases but I can't use it on every glass, plate and bowl.  The good stuff is in quilted holders but a lot of the other stuff will probably not survive the big one.

So, I'm on my way to preparedness, but not there yet.  

Google Translate II

The need for a cultural spell check device.

I've been happily using Google Translate to write letters and emails in French.  It is so easy and fast.  I write what I want to say in English and immediately a translation appears in French.  Accents and everything. I just copy and paste the French into whatever document I'm working on.  This has saved me many hours of laborious work already. 

Even if I look up a few words, questioning the appropriateness of the translation's choice, it is still very quick and I learn something each time I write something new.  Gone is the procrastination factor, I'm free!

I used Google Translate several times now on an email chain to a French woman.  It is a business deal of sorts, but not very high level.  We had an initial meeting (in person).  We're now clarifying our needs. 

I had been clear up front and so had she.  But, several key points have been forgotten (by her) so we have to return to the original requirements before we can finalize anything.  And, the price keeps changing.

My emails to her have been polite and clear.  I thought. 

But her follow up email to me was terse and almost angry.  What did I do wrong?  Was my message too abrupt?  (I was a journalism major, I try to get to the point without a lot of fluff).   Did I use the wrong word, maybe something that wasn't polite?  No idea.  I think the words were fine but that I didn't follow some unwritten cultural rule.

Will the deal fall through?  No idea.  It wasn't that solid to begin with.  It isn't that important to either one of us. 

We have deferred our discussions until January, as the Noel holiday is approaching and everything is going to start shutting down. 

Google Translate

I am the last one to know about this.  I have a Mac so I don't have a translation program easily accessible.  So, I've been doing it the old-fashioned way; writing a letter, email or whatever in French, looking up things in the dictionary and hoping that the recipient can (at least) understand what I've written.

I wasn't asking for perfect, just passable.

During a WICE meeting, someone mentioned doing a translation from French to English.  I was very impressed.  Then the person confessed that he has a translation program on his computer, so all he has to do is fine-tune the document after the software does the heavy lifting.

I've had a couple of pieces of correspondence that have been nagging me.  They both were in French.  So this morning, I sat down with Google Translate, wrote a paragraph at a time in English, fine-tuned it (they have a special fine-tuning mechanism so that's easy too) then copied each paragraph to a Word document. 

One document needed to be printed and mailed, the other was an email.  So, my correspondence took me 30 minutes instead of 2+ hours. 

I'm sure there were still errors but it only needs to be understandable. 

Try Explaining "Black Friday" To A French Person

My "inbox" is full of "Black Friday" internet offers.  I've been tempted by a few, especially those that offer free shipping.

Black Friday is the day after Thanksgiving.  It is a holiday for most people in the US.  It's our only "pont" of the year and we defend it fiercely.  If we had to work on this day, we couldn't visit family that live far away, we couldn't overindulge, we couldn't stand on our feet all day cooking.  And, we couldn't shop!

Black Friday is the day that retailers start to show a profit for the year.  They go into the "black" from the "red".

I've been trying to explain this, in French (which makes it harder) to French people this week, without much success.

I think the French use the words black and red to describe positive and negative numbers on a balance sheet, but the rest of this concept is lost. 

I keep getting snarled up in the middle of the description of the day with people telling me that we Americans consume too much.  They don't mean just turkey, they mean everything.  I can't say if they're right or wrong, I think there are members of every society who buy more than the need/want/can use.  That's why we have Goodwill and the Salvation Army. 

In any case, since there is no Thanksgiving in France, the Christmas decorations here went up before Halloween.  Chocolate is abundant and Pere Noel is everywhere.  Who needs Black Friday?

Austerity was "so" yesterday

Today's demonstrations on the streets of Paris are the opponents of gay marriage. 

Yesterday's demonstrators were against austerity measures.  I can't seem to keep up with it all. 

This is not exactly a scary group of people.  Not the "religious right" either.  I'm not sure that there is such a thing as religious right in France.

In any case, my transportation woes continue.  I'll be running my errands on foot this afternoon.

Austerity

I'm planning my day's activities around demonstrations in Paris.  I will take the metro instead of the bus, since bus routes are above ground, therefore uncertain. 

On Wednesday we went to the Louvre and had to take a metro rather than our beloved #95 bus which takes us through a very beautiful section of town before dropping us off right by the pyramids.

The good thing about taking the metro is that it's faster and more reliable.  The bad things are that it often requires a lot of walking in dirty, smelly corridors underground.  The metro to the Louvre left us off in the Carousel du Louvre which is an upscale shopping center under and beside the museum.  I didn't shop but I looked at the windows.  Of note (and not particularly good) there are two (2) Starbucks within a 5 second walk of each other in the Carousel du Louvre, no idea why there are two.

So, my afternoon will be spent in the metro today going to my various activities.  This is because there will be street demonstrations to protest "austerity". France isn't having as much civil insurrection as Greece and Spain.

Austerity is not fun, we all know this.  If I have less money, I spend less money.  With interest rates and investment income at an all-time low, we are practicing some austerity measures.  If the government doesn't have as much money as they used to, they will have to cut spending.  While we don't like it, I don't think people have to demonstrate for days on end about this.  When they are demonstrating, they aren't working, they aren't taking care of their children, they're not looking for a job.  It's not a very productive way to deal with the situation, in my opinion.

I say this as I get out my Navigo card and hike it out to the metro.

What All The Little French Kids Are Wearing This Winter

I saw this in a store window and had to take a photo. It's faux fur, so it's politically correct. 

I've seen similar outfits on some babies already, the weather is starting to get cold.

Les Sangliers (Wild Boar)

For some weird reason, I have fallen in love with this crazy, ugly and aggressive creature.  This is the French sanglier, or wild boar.  Evidently they reproduce like rabbits and their population has exploded throughout France.

Unfortunately, they eat things that they shouldn't; vegetables in the garden, flowers and plants, maybe even small pets.  They run in packs.  When they're all together, maybe 10-20 of them, they're pretty formidable.  Sharp teeth in addition to little tusks.  Short legs that move quickly and can dart in and out easily.  And, a will to survive.

I've heard that they are a tasty game treat.  I can't imagine how much work it would take to get all that prickly fur off and then tenderize the meat, so I'm not in the market to eat them.  I guess the hunters can rationalize killing them -- deplete the overpopulation of sangliers.

Evidently there are even a number of humans that are killed each year in road accidents with sangliers. I guess that's a lose-lose situation.

In any case, I hope these creature survive and flourish, despite their reputation. 

Plastic Bags

The city of Manhattan Beach outlawed plastic bags last year.  I think this is a great move.  We are all lazy and want new, disposable bags every time we shop.  Now, I have my stash of reusable bags in the trunk of my car.  Most of these bags are from France.  The French bags are bigger and more heavy duty.  I have one bag that has little holders in the side.  These are for wine bottles, of course.  I guess they could also be used for things like juice or olive oil.  They are very handy.

I even carry around a nylon bag in my purse. It folds and I can fit it into any purse.  I carry it with me all the time. 

I could mention the environment here, but the act of not using plastic bags needs to be extended to all things plastic including water bottles, food packaging and everything else.  I think that the plastic bag ban is a bandaid at best.  

I had no idea that plastic bags aren't given out freely in Paris.  Normally I bring my cart and use it to transport food from the grocery store.  I haven't used a plastic bag in a long time. 

I had a few spare moments yesterday, I dashed into the Monoprix at La Motte Piquet-Grenelle.  It is huge.  I needed a lot of things but I'd never been in the store before so I walked around, aimlessly looking at things for awhile.  They already have huge chocolate displays for Christmas. 

I had an appointment after this trip so I couldn't buy anything perishable, but I found some things in the housewares area that are unique, so I put them in my cart.  As I checked out, the checker said, "C'est fragile..." which is understood in any language, I was buying glass.  I agreed with her, not realizing that she wasn't going to do anything to help me wrap the fragile items up.  Finally she asked me if I wanted a plastic bag, I said yes.  She replied that they cost 3 centimes each and I would need a lot of them. 

So, I refused the bags.  I paid.  All the glassware was at the end of the runner and another woman/customer was shoving me toward the front door of the store.  I used to panic in these situations but I've learned to push back. I took my time and thought.  My solution was across the street -- the metro!  I put all the glassware carefully in my bag and entered the metro.  Inside, they have stands with free newspapers -- so I grabbed about 5 "A Nous Paris" and about 10 "Direct Matin" and threw those in the bag too.  I walked to the seats to wait for the train.  The sign said 7 minutes, plenty of time. 

Like an experienced bag-lady, I took the newspapers and carefully wrapped each item in the free papers, placed them in the bag and had time to spare.  Everything made it home without incident.

I guess I don't need plastic bags after all.  But my recycling is full of throw away newspapers this morning.

La Geode

We've been waiting for the IMAX film, "To The Arctic" (Arctique in French) to come to Paris.  Ted's company produced the film and he is very proud of it.

It finally appeared in the "nouveau films" section of Pariscope this week.  It is only in one IMAX theatre in Paris and in fact, there is only one IMAX theatre in Paris.  Off we went, map in hand, as we had never been to the 19th arrondisement. 

La Geode is part of the Parc de la Villette, on the outskirts of Paris.  When we got off the metro, we thought we'd landed in a different country, at least a different city.  Huge piles of trash, vendors selling rotten looking grilled corn, obvious drug addicts were everywhere.  A few other indolent looking people, many wearing plastic sandals were hanging out.  We hoped to get into the theatre quickly. 

Up and down the street we went, looking for the address.  We asked 4 different people, no one seemed to know.  We didn't think that the Geode theatre was the same thing as that huge silver ball in the distance called the Geode.  We thought it was part of some science experiment. 

Eventually we found two security guards.  They didn't want to talk to us, help us.  They were too busy enjoying their afternoon ice cream sitting on a bench in the shade.  We persisted.  One guy finally told us that our geode (the theatre) and that silver ball in the distance were one and the same.  Now, how do we get there?  The entire area was fenced off, under construction.  I was glad it wasn't dark.  

We hiked it out, had to go up and down lots of stairs, the place seemed deserted.  We went in.

No line at the ticket counter.  We'd been walking around the rundown, scary neighborhood for 45 minutes and the movie was scheduled to start in about 5 minutes.  We bought the tickets and they told us to get in a line which we saw in the distance in the dark.  A Disneyland-esque line emerged.   There were about 100 people in the line.  Finally they let us in.  We followed the others through a hallway, up an escalator, more stairs into a room that was dark with no handrails and a large drop on one side.  There was a woman standing there to make sure we didn't take a wrong turn.

Up a steep set of stairs with no handrail.   Really, really steep. Being afraid of heights, I made us sit in the first reasonable set of seats, not too far up. 

The lights dimmed more and blasts of light and sound came from everywhere.  I wished I had a seat belt, my entire brain was on fire trying to figure out which end was up.  Somehow the laws of gravity worked in my favor and I stayed in my seat.  The real movie, Arctique finally came on, it was spectacular. 

On the way out, we got to see the control room for the film.  IMAX films require a lot of equipment and skilled operators.  It was quite an experience, including the metro ride to and from the 19th, which took an hour each way.

Bad Behavior At The Tennis Club

Tennis Club du 16eme before the courts were covered.

We played tennis this morning at the tennis club.

It's been raining a lot so we're happy that all the courts are covered.

The club has three courts that, when covered, are all in one big bubble (bulle).  Unfortunately, the other two courts were filled with men who were screaming and being somewhat obnoxious, like screaming "merde" and even a couple of assorted "shits"  every time they missed a shot (which was all the time).  Finally we all gave each other enough dirty looks and a few prolonged stare-downs and the guys quieted down. 

Funny, but I think that in the US, you'd need to have an exchange of words to accomplish the desired result.  In France, even though they were acting badly, they must have known it and we didn't have to exchange verbal blows.

It was still a stressful morning and I'm sure that these men will forget all about today and will annoy many other players during the next six months.  Then, the courts will be opened up and the screams will compete with the noise from the Peripherique.  

The Epitome of "Cool"

If you look closely, he's sitting right next to a cigarette butt. 

I think that this is the best cafe dog in Paris.  He works/lives at the Cafe Conti on rue de Buci.  I've been watching him guard his owner's place for years.

It is a very crowded area, but he doesn't budge, people have to walk around him.  As you can see, it took two shots to get his face.

I think he is a Cairn Terrier.

 I don't know his name.

Soutine

The L'Orangerie is hosting an excellent exhibition about Soutine.  It is well worth the wait in line, even in the rain.  Even though there were crowds to get into the museum, this exhibition wasn't what everyone wanted to see.

The big attraction is the museum's permanent collection of Monet's waterlilies which are housed in two large round rooms.  They are beautiful.  I read that Monet chose the setting and designed the rooms to provide an area of peace where people could spend time looking at the paintings.  Yesterday's crowd was so loud that the guard in the room kept having to tell the group to be quiet.  Many people were also taking photos with their cameras which is not allowed.   The only way you could remember these paintings in their environment is if you took a video of the 360 degrees of these rooms.

Pumpkins To Enjoy

These beauties were just hanging out in the patch at the L'Abbaye.  I really wanted to ask if I could have one to take home with me.  I didn't think the nuns would understand.  Since I'd already asked a fair amount of dumb questions (like where is the trash...)  I thought it was better if I refrained from asking.

So, the pumpkins stayed in the patch and I returned to Paris with no pumpkins. 

These pumpkins are HUGE.  Each one probably weighs 10-15 pounds.  I don't know why they are different colors, perhaps they are slightly different. 

One thing I do know -- these beauties will never have the fate of most American pumpkins -- decorations.  They are food.  More than likely, they will end up in soup along with the leeks, the cauliflower the carrots and the potatoes.

More Lost In The Translation(s)

I made two "betises" (stupid, silly things) errors in French in the last few days.  Everyone laughs when they hear what happened and I've told this story several times. 

The first one was mistaking the word "cendrier" (ashtray) for the word "sanglier" (wild boar or hog). 

These two words really sound the same.  The context was that a woman stole an ashtray from a hotel and put it in her suitcase but the hotel found out and searched everyone's suitcases.  Since I heard that she stole a wild boar not an ashtray I listened for the end of the story and was not satisfied.  How big was the suitcase, did the sanglier die...  I was very confused and no one else asked any questions, so I had to ask him to clarify the story and when they found out that I heard "sanglier" not "cendrier" they all went into hysterics.  At my expense, of course.

The second was when I pulled out my lipstick to put it on and someone asked what I was doing, I replied that I was putting on my... I didn't know the word for lipstick in French so I said "lipstick" in English.  Another roar of laughter from the French... they thought I said "lifting" as in facelift.  No idea how a little tube of pink stuff could work such miracles.  

Detente is a relative thing in France

The relaxation area is designated

Hmmm, this doesn't look very relaxing to me

I guess I'll have to get over it

The Club Med Gym on rue de Rennes is probably considered nice by French standards.  It's certainly as expensive as the Spectrum in Manhattan Beach.  Besides the price the two places do not resemble each other.

After my workout, I always go to the "Salle de detente" for women which is located next to the locker room.  These are pictures of the space.  The sign says, Shhh! This is a place for relaxing.  But, the hard floor, the weird wooden bars on the wall and the equipment on the floor make me think this is just another spot to work out.  

But, I resist.  I grab a blue plastic mat, put my towel over it since I'm sure it hasn't ever been cleaned and do my stretches.  No one else is ever in this room.  So, I guess in that way it's relaxing.