Sunday, June 15, 2008

Au Revoir, Paris!

I’ve packed everything into my suitcase(s), set my alarm for 6:00 AM and crawled under my covers for the last time in Paris. Unless I get up for some water, then I’ll get to crawl under my covers in Paris one more time. It’s hard to believe it’s over. In the last week or so, I’ve taken my finals and done a lot of touristy things. I took a boat ride on the Seine, a tour of Notre Dame, rode roller coasters at EuroDisneyland, ate a picnic dinner at Montmartre and went to the top of the Eiffel Tower. The last couple of days I spent some time wandering around my favorite neighborhoods, just trying to soak it all in before I leave. I know this city now, and it’s a great feeling. I don’t have to look at the Metro map every time I go somewhere. I still get lost on the streets, but I don’t pull out a map every time. I have favorite spots to sit and read, and I know where to get the most delicious chocolate macaroons. I have lived here. But, it’s over now. The next time I come to Paris it will have changed. I will never know it like I do now. I will never have an opportunity like this one again. It has been such a great experience. I’ve learned a lot about the language and the culture, and as cheesy as it sounds, about myself too. I’m a little bit more confident, not so easily intimidated by uncomfortable situations. My entire life was an uncomfortable situation for three months. I can handle it. I can even enjoy it. I want to go outside my comfort zone more often. I want to be more intentional about it. I want to live in different cities, travel more and learn more about the world. Most importantly, through this experience God has shown me yet another reason to put all my trust in Him and only Him. He completely provided for me, as always. He’s patient, loving and faithful even when I’m not. He is all I need.

I meet my wonderful mother at the airport at 7:30 tomorrow morning, and at noon our plane leaves for Venice, Italy! We will be in Italy for two weeks, and then… HOME! I will continue to post pictures. It will probably take me until August to get them all up…

Here’s the link for the photos: http://picasaweb.google.com/petitechou87

Thank you for your interest, thoughts and prayers. I’ve enjoyed writing this, and hopefully you’ve enjoyed reading it. I might write a little in Italy, but our internet access won’t be as consistent. Also, I think half of my readership will be there with me.



Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Versailles

Versailles, home to Louis XIV, XV and XVI, is a humongous chateau just outside of Paris. It represents the wealth and importance of the French monarchy (and thus France) in earlier times. It also represents the greed and oppression of the monarchy and the reason for the French Revolution. The French are definitely proud of their new political system, but they are also proud of their powerful past.

We went to Versailles on Saturday. From the time we arrived at 9am to the time we left at 5pm, the place was packed. It was overrun with tourists of all nationalities and speaking all languages. There were times inside the palace where moving in any direction was rendered impossible by the masses crowding around you. If I’m going to be honest, I really wasn’t all that interested in the royal quarters. I had seen them once before, and there is only so much grandeur one can endure in a day, or a lifetime. The Hall of Mirrors was beautiful, but not exactly what I had imagined.

The part of Versailles I enjoyed the most was the gardens. There were a gazillion huge fountains set to music, kind of like the Bellagio in Las Vegas, but minus the coordinating lights and prostitutes standing nearby. The topiary, flowers and trees were all wonderful to look at. We spent several hours walking around the grounds, taking it all in and trying to imagine what it would be like without all the people.


We also saw the chateau that Louis XVI built for Marie Antoinette. It is called the Petit Trainon. The inside was being renovated, so it was closed. But, the gardens made up for it. At the time of Marie Antoinette, the pastoral lifestyle was considered very romantic. According to our professor, the popular novels of the time were 3,000 page accounts on the love lives of shepherds. So, Marie Antoinette had an English style rose garden and a field full of sheep and horses.

We had a lot of time left after seeing everything, so we decided to sit in the grass and read. But, of course, it started to rain. We moved our reading and talking to an indoor café. A couple of us shared some really excellent tiramisu and delicious chocolate lava cake. After Versailles, I ate TexMex with Kelly. You really have no idea how good greasy Mexican food or an amazing hamburger can make you feel when you’re just the slightest bit homesick. When you’re living in a foreign country, a little (or a lot) of a certain, hard to find type of food can turn that feeling into wonderful nostalgia. I bet Marie Antoinette requested her mother’s meatloaf (or whatever the queen of Austria would make for dinner) during some of the more lonely days of her life at Versailles.

Monday, May 26, 2008

Brussels

Please excuse my absence, but I've been out doing things that are worthy of blogging about.


The weekend before last, I went to Belgium with my DePaul group. I visited Belgium briefly four years ago, and I was not impressed with Brussels. So, I was not too excited about returning again. Now, I’m not going to pretend that I wouldn’t rather have gone to Morocco, but my opinion of Brussels definitely improved. I think a lot of it had to do with the perspective I have from living in Paris. It was a nice change of scenery, and of people. I love the Parisians, don’t get me wrong. But, sometimes feeling like such an outsider can be so exhausting. I realize that I’m not Belgian and therefore am an outsider in Brussels as well. But, in Paris, I might as well be from Mars. In Brussels, I was welcomed as an American tourist, come to stimulate the economy and spend my money. And that is, of course, what I did.

We arrived on Friday night, and ate dinner as a group at the hotel. Afterwards, a big group of us went to a bar in the “trendy” part of the city. The bar was called “Delirium” because it is the home of a type of Belgian beer by the same name. They had over 2004 different types of beer. I tried the Delirium Nocturnum. It was a dark beer (there’s probably a more intelligent sounding name for “dark”… but I’m not pretending to be a beer connoisseur). I liked it, but I couldn’t finish it all. So, I drank about half, gave the rest to my friend. Flavored beer is also really big in Europe, and it’s more my speed. I have seen raspberry, strawberry, passion fruit, cherry and even coconut and chocolate flavors of beer.

The next two days we toured Brussels. There was definitely more to see than I thought. Brussels has some great Art Nouveau style architecture. There is a square in the center of the city that is a nice hodge-podge of different styles of architecture. The most important thing about Brussels is that it is the capital of Europe. There are major offices of the European Union stationed there, and sometime in the next 10 years the legislative body of the EU will most likely move there as well. Belgium itself still has a king. He apparently rides motorcycles and has mistresses, but the people love him. Belgium has a history full of what can best be described as nation-wide inside jokes. One of the prides of Brussels is a statue called Mannequin Pis. Basically, it’s a little boy peeing and they dress him up for different holidays. When we saw him, he was dressed up in an orange suit for the Gay Pride Parade and he was peeing beer. They also have random statues around the city representing characters from a play that is a time-honored tradition in Belgium. Basically, it’s a spoof on Romeo and Juliet, but the difference between the two families is their favorite soccer team. Only adding to the random hilarity that is Brussels, is the way they go about making city improvements. Basically, they decide they want to build something and then go to other countries and say they will name the square, statue, museum after whoever pays for it. Spain usually takes them up on this offer.


One side of the square with random archtiecture

Another sort of funny feature of Brussels is the comic book museum. The French love their comic books (Band Desinee in French). You are just as likely to see a 30 year old woman reading a comic book on the Metro as you are to see a 12 year old boy. The best comic books come from Belgium. There was a great exhibit on the making of comic books. They compared the creative process to the creative process of making a film. I couldn’t help but think what a fun job that would be. It’s times like this that I really wish I was more creative. Overall, the museum was a lot of fun. It probably would have been even better if I had grown up with the characters displayed. There was, however, a big Smurf exhibit. The only Belgian comic that I really know is Tintin. I read a Tintin book in French class. The Tintin books are a series of historical adventures taking place in different countries across the world. They feature a boy, his dog and his grumpy sidekick. Because in the Francophone world comic books aren’t just for kids, these books are written for the enjoyment of adults as well.

Being silly at the comic book museum


In between seeing all of these historical or educational sights, I ate. I ate a lot. I ate mussels, because Brussels is known for their mussels. I’m not exactly sure why. It’s not by the ocean. The only reason I can think of is because mussels rhymes with Brussels. I also ate they typical Belgian waffles and chocolate. So much chocolate.

I will admit it, I underestimated Brussels. But when we left, I was ready to get back to Paris. Some of my friends said that they would love to live in Brussels. Brussels definitely has its selling points, but I just don’t think I could call a city with a statue of a little boy peeing beer home.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Un, Deux, Troyes et Dijon


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Two weekends ago, I went to Troyes and Dijon with some of my DePaul friends. We took the high speed French train, called the TGV, and had a great time in these two little cities. We left Paris at 7am Friday. We arrived in Troyes at about 8:30am. Nothing opens anywhere in France until about 10am, so we had plenty of time to walk around and get a feel of the city.In Troyes we walked, ate, looked at churches, ate, shopped and ate. We went to outlet malls, which were very similar to their America counterparts. The prices were a little better than what you’d see in Paris, but not much. After considering the value of the dollar, none of us were really compelled to buy anything. I was surprised at the popularity of American brands. Carhartt is apparently very trendy “street-style”. Next time I put on my dad’s old Carhartt jacket to scoop horse poop in the winter, I will think of young hipsters all over France. We finished the malls in record time for a group of nine females. After we were sure we’d seen all Troyes had to offer, we decided to take an earlier train to Dijon.

The train ride to Dijon was so much fun! Before boarding, we went to the Monoprix (sort of like a Super Target with everything from clothes to food) and bought food for a picnic lunch. We decided to wait and eat on the train. We were finally all awake, and the more we ate the more we laughed. The French tend to be very quiet on trains, except for the random people who listen to music using their cell phones and no headphones. I don’t understand, but they all seem to like American rap. Anyways, needless to say we were not very popular with the elderly lady sitting in front of us.

By the time we arrived in Dijon we were hungry again. We explored the city a little and looked for a place to eat. Dijon is larger than Troyes and is home to a university. It seemed like the only people over 40 in the city were tourists. After eating we headed to our hotel. Hilarious. Let me preface this by saying that it was safe and clean. But, it was hilarious. It was called Hotel Bonsai, and we had a reservation. When we got to Dijon we called and asked for directions. We were told which bus to take, to get off at the last stop and ask the bus driver how to get to the hotel. After a 15 minute drive away from the city center, the bus stopped in the parking lot of a shopping center. The driver told us to cross the highway and we would be able to see the hotel. After crossing approximately 5 superstore size parking lots and walking through a small field, we reached the highway. We didn’t see a stoplight, so we figured we have to cross it “Frogger” style. Really, there wasn’t very much traffic. But, we couldn’t see the hotel sign. A couple of us went in different directions to try and see the hotel sign before we crossed the highway. One girl saw a blue sign in the distance and said she was fairly certain that was it. Thank goodness she was right. By this time in the day, I thought my feet were going to fall off from all the walking. As I said before, the hotel was safe and the rooms were clean. I won't try to describe it anymore than to say that I felt like I was at a slumber party at the Brady Bunch house. A picture is worth a thousand words….


The next day we explored Dijon some more. We bought mustard. We tried to rent bikes, but unfortunately they didn’t have nine left in the entire city. And, we went to a winery. Another really nice bus driver dropped us off at the very end of his route. We walked through the vines to reach the “cave” or wine cellar. We got a guided tour, a glass with the name of the winery on it and a wine tasting for 9 Euro. It was fun, but not overly exciting. The tour was half in French and half in English, so I understood approximately 1/4th of what was said. Our tour guide was young and cute, which some how made the process of making wine so much more interesting to all of us girls. He was getting a degree in wine business (only in France) at the local university.

After we’d seen enough grape vines, we got back on the bus. We sat in the park and ate Greek sandwiches for dinner, and one of my friends received a marriage proposal. By then it was time to leave. My feet were blistered, but my stomach was full and I was ready to return to Paris.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

No School Means Museums

Thursday was the anniversary of Armistice Day; and thus, a government holiday here in France. I didn’t have school, so I slept late (of course) and then saw some museum exhibits with my friends .

The first was the
Fragonard Perfume Museum. I’m not sure it really qualifies as museum. They had a small exhibit of old perfume bottles, along with some information (in French) about the history of perfume. The gift shop was larger than the museum, but that’s not always a bad thing.

Next we visited Galleries Lafayette and Le Printemps, two very famous department stores. Galleries
Lafayette holds the title of “Largest Department Store in Europe”. They were both beautiful and held beautiful (read: expensive) things, that I have about as much chance of owning as anything in an actual museum.

After this, we went to the Grand Palais on the Champs-Elysees. The Grand Palais was built as an exhibition hall for the 1900s World’s Fair. It still holds special exhibitions today. First, we went to the Marie Antoinette exhibit. Portraits of Marie Antoinette and her family were on display along with some of her furniture from
Versailles. The most interesting part was the final room concerning the last days of her life. There were some pieces of furniture from her prison apartments. These were such a contrast to what she had a t Versailles. Also, there were some really hilarious political cartoons created by her contemporaries. They gave you a sense of really how much she was hated. On the wall opposite the disparaging political cartoons, was a wall of quotes from Marie Antoinette and her family. This provided an interesting contrast, and a much more human view. This was all in French, so I definitely didn’t understand it all. Overall, I appreciated the exhibit for providing an insight into the various ways of looking at this compelling historical figure. Plus, the furniture from the Versailles days was kick-ass.

Next, we went to another exhibit at the Grand Palais. This one was an installation piece from the American artist Richard Serra. The intention of this piece was to involve both the viewer and the environment in the art. The piece featured five stone walls, in a line, leaning at different angles, placed in the Grand Palais exhibition hall. If you were standing at one end of the exhibition hall, you could only see two or three of the walls, but as you walled towards the other end of the hall the other walls were revealed. If you were standing up close to the wall, you wouldn’t know that it was tilting, you could only see it by backing up. Also, the structure of the building and the sun, created some pretty amazing shadows. I definitely enjoyed seeing this, but I still haven’t decided if I think the idea behind it is a bunch of bull shit. But, I am an English Major. Good bull shit has a very dear place in my heart.




Friday, May 9, 2008

Things I Wish I Would Have Taken Photos Of

Sometimes I really regret leaving my camera at home.....

  1. The little black, lop-eared rabbit hopping loose on a cobblestone street near the Bastille. You don't see free roaming rabbits everyday. Unless you lived at my house a couple of years ago.
  2. The profiterol I shared with friends at the Café on Boulevard Saint-Germain. A small scoop of vanilla ice cream on top of a fluffy, flaky, donut-like pastry all covered in hot fudge sauce. Delicious.
  3. All of the American diner style restaurants I’ve seen. There is “Breakfast in America”, “Route 66 Café” and “American Dream”. Not to mention the MacDonald’s knock off “Quick”.
  4. Marie Antoinette’s writing desk, covered in mother of pearl.
  5. The crazy movie theater I went to tonight. It wasn’t air conditioned, the screen was smaller than normal theaters, there was no snack bar, the chairs were fake velvet and this disgusting shade of mustard yellow, but the movie was great.
  6. All of the different types of toilettes I've seen since I've been here. This entire continent can agree on one currency, but somehow a continuity of the form of toilettes still seems to evade them.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Le Pompidou et Le Pain

Today is the first Sunday of the month, and that means free museum day in Paris. I went to the Musée National d’Art Moderne at Centre Pompidou with some friends. The modern art starts before you even enter the building. The architecture of the building is very modern and very controversial. Some people view this building as a way of keeping Paris the center of avant-garde, art and innovation as it was throughout history. Others see it as a blemish of a building in a city full of timeless architecture. I’m not sure how I feel about it.


All of the load-bearing elements of the building are located on the outside. This allows for more open space on the inside. I can imagine that this comes in handy when arranging some of the more outrageous installation pieces. There is a glass tube running along the outside of the building that contains the escalator. From the outside it looks like a caterpillar climbing a wire fence. While I don’t particularly prefer the look of the external architecture, the view from the inside can’t be beat. To begin, the ride up the escalators is far from mundane. Once you’re really inside, there are tons of windows. I went from walking through rooms of modern art sculptures to looking out a window and seeing Sacre Coeur. Next, I moved to a gallery of Matisse and when I glanced out a window I saw the Eiffel Tower.


As for the art, I found it all interesting. But, that isn’t always a good thing. Some of it I really liked. Some of it I didn’t understand. Some of it I understood and disliked it as a result. My favorites were the modern art pieces of the early to mid 20th century. There was tons of great Matisse stuff. They had some pieces by Picasso and Dali, although they each have their own museum in Paris. There were some Jackson Pollocks and Piet Mondrians as well. It was fun to actually recognize some of the works and remember learning about them in art class or seeing pictures of them in a book. It is a totally different experience to actually see the original piece of art as opposed to looking at a photograph of it in a book.

After the Pompidou, we were starving. Modern art can make a girl hungry. We walked around, got lost, figured out where we were and ended up at this adorable restaurant called “Le Pain Quotidien” which translates to “The Daily Bread”. We ate inside, next to an opened window that looked out onto the street. We sat in the middle of a large table. On either side of us was a group of young, trendy Parisians. We felt really out of place. There were several waiters buzzing around, and they each brought us something. Our favorite was a little guy who was incredibly helpful, but didn’t understand anything we said. We would speak in French to him, and he would respond in English (this happens a lot). He tried to make jokes with us, but the Franglais left everyone confused. One time he asked me, in English, “What color are you?” I just giggled, and looked nervously at my friends for help (I do this on a regular basis in Paris). We later decided the he must have meant “What color jam do you want?”. But that still doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. I ate a “tartine” which is like an open faced sandwich. It was delicious and very French. It was on rye bread, with artichoke spread, ham, cucumber and a dry cheese. After we finished our sandwiches, we decided we needed to try the bread. So, we ordered a large bread basket to share. The spreads were delicious. I might go back and buy some jam to bring home with me. It was by far the best preserves I’ve ever eaten. I think it was called 4 red fruits, I’m assuming it had strawberries, cherries, raspberries and…. I don’t know. Also, they had praline, hazelnut, chocolate (which was basically like fudge in a jar), and white chocolate spreads. There was apricot jam as well. We spent almost two hours there, and after it was all over I felt very French and very full.

We decided to walk off our lunch, and one of the first places we passed was the oldest patisserie in Paris. It has been around since Louis XIV. Also, this patisserie made all of the deserts for Sofia Coppola’s “Marie Antoinette”. They looked delicious, but I decided that I would just have to come back another day. We kept walking. We walked along the Seine. It was a beautiful day, so the entire city was out on bicycles and roller blades. I saw two “crashes” just in the short time I was walking. We passed some of the oldest bridges in Paris. I saw an old man fishing, and a little dog that wouldn't move out of the shade of the bridge despite the coaxing of his frustrated owner. Eventually, I got on the Metro, came home and fell asleep.

In other news:

I went to Troyes and Dijon this weekend. I’ll write more about it later this week. The pictures are already posted on my Picasa site http://picasaweb.google.com/petitechou87. My Swiss-German “sister” left, and I have a new “brother” who is also Swiss. His name is incredibly Italian, but I think his first language is German and he has red hair… but I guess that’s Switzerland for you. He seems nice, but I don’t think we’ll hang out as much as Michaela and I did. Tomorrow I start a new month of classes which means I have a new teacher. I guess tomorrow will either confirm or put to rest any worries I may have about that situation.