Sunday, 14 September 2008

Notre 3e Semaine:
Mes pieds!

Oh yes, we walked around. A lot...

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Les animaux

So while our classmates were off on a fieldtrip, we decided to take a field trip of our own just a few hundred yards down our street to the Jardin des Plantes (Yes, "Garden of Plants" - the French apparently haven't grasped the concept of subtlety.). It was originally one of the king's garden where medicinal plants were grown; it now houses some fantastic botanical gardens and a few museums. We decided to visit the Museum of Evolution, and it blew us away. Everything from the architecture of the building, to the brilliantly presented exhibits all about the evolution of animals and mankind was amazing. The "Circle of Life" was breathtaking.






From up high they looked like little toys.

After seeing the temporary exhibit about underwater mammals, I decided it was one of the best museums I'd ever been to. The display included displays of all kinds of skeletons from a sperm whale (huge!) to a regular dolphin along with explanations of the species and video of them in action underwater. Also part of the exhibit were different areas about the behaviours of underwater mammals (breeding, feeding, playing, etc). Corey was quite enjoying himself as you see here playing with Shamu and playing an interactive "who eats what?" game (I had to kick him off so actual kids could play it).




Note that all French kids are actually jerks anyway.


After a quick trip home for lunch, we returned to the garden so Corey could truly be an "artiste" in Paris. He set to work with his sketchbook and watercolours, while I took a stroll through the fabulous gardens.


The passers-by were all interested in what I was doing.



La cooperation!

After a successful and chilled out Dessert Crepes & Wine party on Tuesday evening, we decided to forge into true dinner party territory. With the Italians Maggie and Marghe at the helm, and about 6 bottles of wine from the local grocery store, we set to work throwing a dinner party for our friends. Okay, well it was really Marghe and Corey doing all the cooking - the rest of us were "helping" by drinking and being social.


La cooperation: Italie et Les Etas Unis


Executive chef and sous chef.


The concierge came by around 11pm to tell us to shut the hell up (all our windows were wide open and we were quite loud, and drunk).

At any rate, it worked out and we were treated to a truly Italian home-cooked meal of fresh Bruschetta, saffron risotto and breaded veal soaked in butter. Delicissio!!! As the clock struck 12, it was our friend Sancha's birthday. Luckily we had a petite "tartino" for our favourite Sanchino!


He's wishing for a nice French chick.


This one needs no description.

Sancha's birthday

So our friend Sancha turned the big 3-2 this week (you heard it here first). As he's getting on in years, he decided on a cosy dinner at a local bistro near the Pompidou centre. We had about 13 people for a delicious French meal.








Happy Birthday!

The big falafel showdown

There's a place in the 4th district called Le Marais, which houses a bit of a middle eastern neighbourhood. As you walk along the streets, you'll see kosher delis, bakeries and falafel stands. Perhaps the most famous falafel restaurant of them all is "L'As Falafel", which Lenny Kravitz once proclaimed as the best falafel in the world. Well, we weren't quite convinced, so we decided to hold a falafel showdown. Contestants: L'As Falafel, and Mi-Va-Mi, which are right across the street from each other. Here's the breakdown:


Lubavitchers hell-bent on having me wrap tefillin.

L'As Falafel: this place is all about its reputation and it's hard not to be seduced by the long line-up. On the plus side, this falafel was stuffed full of fresh veggies and the marinated eggplant inside was superb. Other than that though, there wasn't much remarkable about this place.


Lenny you liar.

Mi-Va-Mi: the underdog always has to work harder to win and there was no exception here. Mi-Va-Mi's actual falafel balls were delicious with a hint of spice and coriander. This falafel also contained eggplant, but a crispier version that didn't compare to L'As'. The clincher though was the special spicy sauce, reminiscent of garlicky kim-chee. Delish!



Verdict: Mi-Va-Mi, thumbs up! L'As, thumbs down (stop coasting on your reputation!)





Pape à Paris!

The Pope came to Paris on September 12 & 13, to Notre Dame (obviously). We had planned to meet up with our friend Peggy to go down to Notre Dame square to see if we could catch a glimpse of him, or at the very least, the Popemobile! Well, we were at H&M when we saw the longest convoy of police cars and trucks go by. We raced out of the store to catch the end of the procession - at the beginning was the 'mobile, which we had missed. Darn!





So we decided to actually go to the square to see what was happening. It was nuts - all the subways in the vicinity were closed, and there were TONS of police officers and security checkpoints at all entry points to the square. We stood in line, had our bags checked and eventually pushed our way into the square. We were greeted by volunteers who handed us our Pope Packages (consisting of flag, prayer book and emergency poncho) and bottles of water. The square looked like a Scouting jamboree. We had no idea that girl and boy scouts troops were religious but there were TONS of them there, all in their coloured shirts and patches.


Except for this one guy who eschewed his shirt in favour of a better one.


Peggy's excited at the emergency poncho.


Pope and pony (which looks like it belongs in Pirates of the Caribbean).

We stayed for about an hour and watched the big screens outside which were broadcasting the processions going on inside the church. I swear one of the screens was HD too. There was a camera on a big crane panning out into the audience and whenever the footage cut to the crowd outside, there was a ton of flag-waving and cheering (see video).



On our way out, we saw that we had been lucky to get into the square. People were jammed all along the Seine, watching the processions on smaller-but-still-big screen TVs. Nuts!



You&I™ turns 2

Yes, it's official, we are 2. We celebrated the anniversary by having a very Parisian day. We strolled through the Jardin du Luxembourg where we watched part of a free outdoor Jazz concert. We also sat in the garden on a few of the seemingly thousands of free chairs the municipality provides. And we're talking loose, portable, real metal chairs. In any other country, these A) would have been chained down to something, and B) would have cost at least 2 Euros an hour to rent. Ah, France, land of pleasure - we bow to your ways! After our park-break, we went in search of the pony and donkey rides that the Park map promised.






Look, isn't that the mini-boss from Kid Chameleon? I know my brothers will remember this one.


Just another castle in Paris.


Real ponies. Oh snap!

We also caught our first glimpse of the grande olde French sport of Pétanque. Yes, it seems that this is where all middle-aged Parisian men disappear to on weekends: the petanque grounds in the local park. These guys, chain-smoking in their eighties-themed windbreakers, were all business. You would have thought this was the World Series, the pomp, precision and arguing that was going on!


The definition of hardcore: playing petanque and smoking at the same time. Just look at this motley crew.


We stumbled upon some kind of potato festival/promotion...


but they had free samples of French cuisine.

It was a cold day, so we decided to grab some pastries and head home for a coffee break to warm up. After having coffee in a café the other day, I've actually decided that if you want a REAL coffee, you either have to go to Starbucks or go home. You see, here "Café" means an espresso. As in, a thimble-full of coffee. When you're cold and tired, that just won't cut it. And sadly, a "Café Crème" (coffee with milk, served in what we would consider a small mug) costs 4.50 euros at a café. So then the 2.60 euro Americano at Starbucks seems like a bargain in comparison! And apparently, that's why the Americano is call that - it's the "big" type of coffee that Americans order when abroad.


Thimble of coffee.


Lady Liberty hanging out in the park.


Saint Sulpice from the Da Vinci Code (where Silas kills the nun).


One very expensive penthouse apartment.

After a pastry break and a movie, we headed out in search of dinner. We tried to find this one place in our guidebook, but turns out it didn't exist! So after a one-hour walk, we finally got to this little hole-in-the-wall French restaurant near our place, which was also mentioned in our guidebook. We had a delicious meal (me: foie gras and seafood with wine, corey: lamb with gratinéed potatoes and a beautiful apple pie for dessert). We then headed over to the Eiffel Tower, which is perhaps one of the most romantic spots in Paris. We made it just in time for the twinkly light show! Awwww!!!




Our second night-time visit, but we still haven't ascended it yet.


Dance-party mode (on the hour for 10 minutes).


Playing with exposure times.

Chinatown, La Defense

Today we headed to the district south of ours to check out Paris's Chinatown. While it was filled with its share of cheap and tasty restaurants, along with some giant and not-so-giant food stores, I don't think this Chinatown holds a candle to the one in Toronto. We tried to check out the famous Tang Brothers store, but after almost being squashed by the crowds we quickly got out of there. $1.50 noodles just weren't worth – it even to Corey!.


The bus: because it's scenic.


Some Vietnamese take-out we ate.


It's funny right?

We then headed over to La Defense, which is the business district of Paris. There's actually only one skyscraper within the 20 districts of Paris proper - the Montparnasse tower. They built it in 1973 and then quickly realized it was the worst decision ever because it was hideous and ruined the spirit of the local neighbourhood. So the city of Paris decided no more skyscrapers in Paris proper - anything new must be built outside the city. And hence, La Defense was born. It's a virtual city of giant skyscrapers all confined to one area and this is where most of Paris works (we know because this is where the commuter train empties out). Even though this is where the skyscrapers were allowed to be built, there were still restrictions: the community had to be aligned with the "historical axis" through Paris, which goes from La Bastille, to the arch at the Louvre, to the Arc de Triomphe. So La Defense has its own modern arch, which continues the horizontal line through Paris so that it is indeed a part of the city.


Look at me, I'm a tourist.


You can see the Arc de Triomphe in the middle, far far away.


Check out this massive panorama of La Defense.



The architecture is in such sharp contrast to downtown Paris.


Beautiful art behind La Grande Arche

We also learned a lesson about Sunday shopping: it doesn't exist. On our way home we were so excited about the food we were going to buy and the meals we were going to make and no such luck. So this evening we suffered with bread and cheese and peach champagne. It's not as fun as it sounds, I promise.

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Sunday, 7 September 2008

Notre 2e Semaine:
Metro millefeuille

This week we started French class, made friends, and used our metro passes like there was no tomorrow.

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New ponies

So on her 4th day in France, our new friend Peggy (who goes to school where the people from the OC live!) celebrated her birthday. Even after only knowing each other for 3 days, we have an exchange student posse and so we all took Peggy out for dinner to celebrate. Except we're all new here. And we don't know where anything is. Or the difference between crap and crappier. And there were about 12 of us.



So after traipsing around in circles for about an hour, we finally ended up in this super-touristy street where all the restaurants have "Menus" (prix fixe combos) for somewhat cheap prices. We had a pretty good meal, including some beef masquerading as duck and a chocolate souffle that looked like a plain old cupcake. Of course we all ordered du vin, so in the end everything was tres bien. Santé et bonne fête Peggy!!







French class

My MBA classes don't start until October and in September, the school runs a set of French language classes for the incoming exchange students. Here, we experienced our first bit of French process. I asked the Exchange office if Corey could attend. Response? "No, the classes are only for registered students". Then, during the assessment test, I asked the head teacher if he could come. Response? "No, the classes are only for registered students". Finally, I get into my class and ask my teacher if Corey can come. Response? "But of course! Everyone should learn French!"

Lesson: in France, you need to find the right person to ask the right questions to.


Class is genuinely interesting. I didn't doze off once.

So now we go to school together. We have cahiers and devoirs, just like in high school. And just like in high school, there are "dialogue" exercises too, complete with bad music and all. Our teacher is a nut. Totally French: a 20-inch waist, smokes like a chimney and speaks a mile-a-minute. Despite his craziness, he's actually a great teacher. He gives everyone a chance to speak and makes us all practice. Yet he still manages to make the experience distinctly French. During the intro class, he made everyone introduce themselves and say whether they were "pas célibataire, célibataire, or célibataire géographique (i.e., what happens in France stays in France!)". Yes, in MBA school in France, we focus on the essentials!




Check out that cinched up belt.

Oh IKEA, we missed you

After about a week, we decided it was time to do some laundry. This being our first time living together, it was a bit of an adventure. I won't say who did it, but somebody put someone's delicates in the wrong colour pile and the results weren't pretty. :P On top of that, our washing machine is the size of a matchbox so cramming in a North American sized load of laundry in it and hoping that it comes out clean was asking too much as it turns out.

Our first load took 3 hours (wash + dry) and came out warm, damp and smelling like sweat with a dash of laundry detergent. Yuck. Not only that, but the drying part of the process sucks a TON of energy. Corey kept running to the electricity meter and freaking out that it was running so fast.



...Which leads to our trip to the land of Swedes and economically priced home furnishings. Oh Ikea, you were the site of our 3rd date, how could we resist your meatballs and bottomless 1 Euro coffees? So we trekked out to the Ikea by the airport (there are actually 9 Ikeas in the Paris area. But if everyone decorates their apartment like ours, that might explain why. All ikea, all the time.). It took about 1.5 hours to get there and that was WITH the express train.


Excited about cheap (and not bad) food.


We relaxed with our bottomless coffee (and tried all the buttons on the coffee machine).

We got our 13E drying rack, 1.50E cutting boards and some 0.80E cookies for good measure (well, really for sustenance on the long journey back). Today we did a Euro-size load of laundry (read: 5 pairs of underwear, 3 pairs of socks and 2 t-shirts) and put our drying rack to the test. It's pretty humid here though, so I wonder if the drying rack will deliver on its promise?? Stay tuned for the results.


They sell bath products – so cool, so strange.

Iris arrives

Our friend Iris arrived on Friday. She is doing a BBA exchange term in Paris at some school she doesn't seem to know the name of. Iris lives in the Cite Universitaire which is basically a giant university campus (for international students) but sans university. The concept is actually pretty neat. She will no doubt be partying for the next 4 months with people from around the globe.





We went out for dinner to what we thought was a nice restaurant. That is, the paper covering the tables almost looked like cloth and the paper napkins were very thick and rolled up. It ended up being a comedy of errors with several waitresses coming to tell us every 5 minutes that they had run out of each item we had ordered. Franchement!


On her first day in Paris, nothing was going to bring her down.

A trip to Montmarte, then too much wine

We went to a flea market Saturday morning but it was really just a bunch of guys trying to peddle D&G belts and endless blocks of Converse shoes. The whole thing was shady and underscored by the thieves running through the metro station spilling designer-knockoff contraband; and the pilgrimage of people who entered the metro (gratuit) through the exit doors as we were sliding out.

So we got the hell out of there and headed to Montmarte. We climbed all these steps only to learn at the top (via our Let's Go Paris guidebook) that our snazzy metro passes let us ride the funicular for free.


They look like logs, but it's really concrete.



A stroll through the artists' quarter and a bite to eat.


I swear he saw me take this photo but I didn't have the guts to take another to get it right.




"Amelie's" metro station.

After the all-important French pastry break we headed to Peggy and Sancha's place for wine & cheese. We all buy wine that costs between 2–3E so it wasn't hard for our small group to devour 8 bottles of wine.


Found this on the way. Ring a bell for any Harry Potter fans?



No one argued when Karissa and I suggested that we cook for them. Wandering drunk through a French grocery was fun. Especially since you can just utter the magic word "pardon" and knock people out of the way. Everything was going dandy until I dropped the soy sauce on the floor the moment I returned. But alas, we managed to cook up a storm and feed everyone.




Let's see you cook a meal for 8 on that TINY stovetop.


Margherita is shocked to learn that us North Americans know nothing about how bidets work.

Later that night we went to a happening night club. We arrived at 1am which is apparently quite early in Paris. Sancha quickly showed Karissa who's boss on the dance floor (you got served!) but even more impressive were the French guys having their own dance-off. And all this took place in some swank catacomb-style basement.

FREE museum day: September edition

On the first Sunday of the month, many museums open their doors for free. This means you will get a horde of uncultured idiots (I really wanted to say assholes but Nat wouldn't let me) clogging up the exhibits, taking their endless photos, or even worse – actually touching precious works of art (and yes, we witnessed this).

Our first stop was the Rodin Museum. We thought that was a good idea. Get it? Ahh...


Je pense donc je suis?




Iris enjoying a not-so-quick burger at Quick (the Belgian McDo).

Our guidebook said the aquarium was also free today so we trekked across the city to find it. The building also houses the museum of immigration (how could this ever sound exciting?) and it turns out that that was the only free part. We left, but we did get this snazzy photo of the building facade as a memento of the journey.



Finally we went to the Picasso Museum and Nat found a wrapper for a Clear Blue pregnancy test in the women's washroom at the museum. Who the hell goes to a museum to check if they're preggers? Ah Paris, you will never stop surprising us.

Week 2 photos on Flickr

Saturday, 6 September 2008

Notre 1er Semaine:
Franchement! Bienvenue a Paris

Yes welcome to Paris indeed.



We arrived to find that our airport shuttle wasn't there and then they fed us several excuses which would have involved some time-travel or teleportation to actually be possible. A typical French welcome, so at least we can thank them for that. We took a taxi into the city instead. 42E !!!


Look how much luggage we had. (This is in Toronto)


Pneumatic tubes. The future of travel in Paris.



Thankfully Emmanuel was waiting to greet us at our apartment and show us everything. He is super nice and helped us out when our internet went down a few days later (for an entire week! C'etait tres embetant!)

Our apartment




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Welcome to the IKEA showroom. Basically 95% of this apartment is furnished in neutral IKEA furniture. It's perfect, it's spacious and it's now our home for 4 months. But it looks exactly like it did we when checked it out online, so we're happy.

Except we don't have a microwave. Do you know what that's like? As I type this I'm trying to re-heat leftover curry in a pan on the stove.

However on the plus side we have every other appliance imaginable. We have 3 different crepe pans alone, and a cuisinart with several attachement that I won't ever use but like to brag about. Who knows, maybe we'll make soup and an immersion blender will come in handy.


Our first meal in paris.

Baguette for 0.85E and huge hunk of brie for 1.10E. With the dozen or so bakeries within a stone's throw from our place, we've had opportunity to taste several baguette varieties.

We've also been to the grocery store about 50 times already. Usually 2-3 times a day anyway, which is fine because we always seem to find ourselves at the grocery in every city we've been to. Things are strange here – the eggs aren't refrigerated at the store. Though as Nat pointed out they don't come out of the chicken cold either.

Also, no one eats peanut butter, they eat Nutella instead. I tried to find PB in the store and it was the only time someone was actually rude to me, though mostly he was just frustrated because they actually call it something else here.


Out and about






Our first meal at a restaurant




Movers moving furniture


Outdoor public toilets - FREE (je t'aime)










This guy was unhappy that our bus tour cut him off, so he cuts the bus off just to vent his road rage and share some choice words. How French!








For all you SATC fans, this is the bridge at the end where Big finally tells Carrie she's the one. Nat was very excited when we stumbled upon this landmark.


This is a "small" drink at McDonalds. Note: unlike at home, small *actually* means small here.


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