It was so many years ago that I started this blog with the intention to share my life in France, Lyon and Paris, share the ways to become an exchange student, methodology to study and get your master's.
All things come to a new beginning- a difference from the word end. How is that different? Different because while my time in France was absolutely breathtakingly and heart wrenchingly wonderful, I've moved onto a new adventure in Portland... my original city.
Masters degree in hand, a new outlook, a second language- I now have started anew in a house with 3 boys in NE Portland. A new adventure calls for a new platform to digress and share my experiences:
Pragmatic Portland.
Pragmatic: dealing with things sensibly and realistically in a way that is based on practical rather than theoretical considerations.
This entails the fact that while I left Portland a young inexperienced undergrad- I've returned with a second culture, language and identity under my belt. How do I reconfigure and define the person I have become in a society that has changed in the 4 years I have been absent?
Well, I write. Much like I did to survive the initial move and culture shock, I write. I plot my existence on a blog, sharing in a pragmatic way how to deal with returning from a far-away land.
No, this blog isn't about my baby-making skills with my romantic partner, it's not about the millions of ways I miss France. It's instead about a new beginning with an old flame, my home city.
So join me on my newest adventures:
pragmaticportland.blogspot.com
Gros bisous and warm regards to my dear Flip Flop France readers:
-Sasha Steiner!
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Friday, February 28, 2014
Monday, October 28, 2013
Update: What is Going On?
I was clicking through my old posts, reminiscing and smiling in that way you do when you have a warm memory and I realized- it had been months since I had written! It's time for an update and briefing on the direction of this fabulous 3 year project:
As of October 22nd, 2013, I repatriated back to Portland, Oregon. This was of course a decision that was made years ago when I originally packed my 2 suitcases and jetsetted to France. 3 years later, as I packed up my life of 3 years in France, I realized that I had truly changed as a person.
3 years ago, I was freaked out and worried about not being able to wander around in beat-up plastic flip flops. 3 years later, I couldn't even imagine owning a pair, even if every single person in Portland has a pair they proudly flop around in.
The use of a knife during dinner, the American jokes, the mis-understandings in English, bar scene, the weird dating scene...
So the project is continuing but I will be treating a topic that is often left on the back burner and truly could prove of use- the Backwards Culture Shock.
As noted, most international story blogs end with the person moving home... but we all know, especially if you have lived overseas, that this is not necessarily possible. There are constantly little things that make you think of your other culture, the one you learned to fit and adjust into.
How can you handle the backwards culture shock?
Specifically, how can you continue to live French while being in America?
These topics and more will be developed over the period of my repatriating experience... especially since in the 3+ years I've been away, Portland has become a foreign city in it's own right.
As of October 22nd, 2013, I repatriated back to Portland, Oregon. This was of course a decision that was made years ago when I originally packed my 2 suitcases and jetsetted to France. 3 years later, as I packed up my life of 3 years in France, I realized that I had truly changed as a person.
3 years ago, I was freaked out and worried about not being able to wander around in beat-up plastic flip flops. 3 years later, I couldn't even imagine owning a pair, even if every single person in Portland has a pair they proudly flop around in.
The use of a knife during dinner, the American jokes, the mis-understandings in English, bar scene, the weird dating scene...
So the project is continuing but I will be treating a topic that is often left on the back burner and truly could prove of use- the Backwards Culture Shock.
As noted, most international story blogs end with the person moving home... but we all know, especially if you have lived overseas, that this is not necessarily possible. There are constantly little things that make you think of your other culture, the one you learned to fit and adjust into.
How can you handle the backwards culture shock?
Specifically, how can you continue to live French while being in America?
These topics and more will be developed over the period of my repatriating experience... especially since in the 3+ years I've been away, Portland has become a foreign city in it's own right.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Backward Culture Shock Series
As I recently came back to Portland for awhile (3 months) I've decided to start documenting the moments in which I stop and say, what that's weird--- knowing that as a Portland girl I would never say that.
Keep Portland Weird.
It's the title of our fair city, the slogan. And of course I am aware of this slogan so why do the weird things suddenly now seem noticeable?
Paris. I realize that I have been living so long in France, where everything has a system and a rule, I forgot what it was like being Portland.
Today's theme for the back shock: parks.
I walked into the Laurelhurst park with one goal in mind- compare to Parisian life.
Suddenly I am aware of the way Paris life really is so different. First, all the parks are either paved in tar or covered in hills. There is no rocky, dusty in ground substance and sporadic plots of grass.
I remember the first time I saw a Parisian park on my own. I wandered on the way to an interview- Paris was so huge and new to me. I was frightened the minute I stepped off the train. So I went to a park, normally in Portland my escape. I stepped through the gates of the Jardin de Luxembourg and I saw loads of dust. Metal chairs. The worst was the sheer amount of people. Each person was entitled to a minuscule square of grass or to sit on metal chairs that would burn ones butt on a warm day.
I found a 30 inch x 30 inch square of grass and I sat myself on it. As I pulled out my nectarine a group of wasps came at me. I ran away.
Portland parks are so different. You walk in as though you are entering a miniature wildlife- animals are everywhere. There are sounds of cars from the street but nothing too harsh. The best is the size of the trees..
So large they tower as high as the buildings in Paris. Green green and beautiful. Then for the space! In Portland there is a Parisian studio apartment sized plot of grass for you (calculation is about 200 sq ft). 
As I sprawled my toes and stretched I had a slight moment of worry, I almost missed the busy-mess of Paris parks, it all felt too quiet. I expected someone to come barreling around the tree... Until I realized to let it go. I felt the stress from Paris just roll off like the leaves in the wind.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Being a Gym Rat in Paris
Another New Year, another resolution to get in shape... especially as one of my State-Side best friends (of the notorious Fab 5 as we are self-entitled) is getting married in August and I am to be the Maid of Honor. An honor, of course, but also the need to be in tip-top permanent photo shape by this summer.
Thus the dilemma of keeping in shape in France begins, as it has before. I once wrote a post about keeping in shape, but lately I've been getting creative and trying the variety of "keep in shape" options that Paris has to offer.
In Paris, every morning or evening, or even during the broad daylight, Parisiens are running about in their gym clothes and keeping in shape the old fashioned way. From "footing" to collective courses, here are the options in Paris:
Footing or Jogging
COST: Free
The French term for jogging or running, basically suit up, strap into some running shoes and off you go. I tend to keep myself to a nice Sunday walk, around 1 hour Sunday evening. Best locationgs to go footing:
- The Eiffel Tower (pretty much a large around the Champs de Mars)
- Bois de Boulogne (also known for the hookers sprawled somewhere in the woods, although which is better- running on dog crap or running across an Eastern hooker? Almost sounds like the beginning to a bad joke...)
- On the waterfronts (although I avoid, due to strolling couples and again, dog crap)
- Jardin du Luxembourg (about 25 hectares, lots of space.. and of course Gendarme eye candy)
- Parc Monceau
- Parc du Montsouris
Just be aware of pick pockets, dog crap on every surface (eyes down) random cracks in the pavement that send you flying head first towards the ground.
Footing or Jogging
COST: Yearly pass for the Velib' - 30€ a year
COST: Yearly pass for the Velib' - 30€ a year
Once again, the great system of the bike share program, grab a bike from any of the locations in Paris: Station Map also available in the form of an iPhone application, and zip off to the next spot. The best is zipping around the tourists in Paris near the Eiffel Tower and freaking them out! Just be weary of traffic rules and the fact that Parisian drivers are absolutely bat-crazy.
Krav Maga
COST: 300-450€ for a 9 month unlimited pass
I was once invited to try this type of very aggressive martial arts at the American Church in Paris. For those who hear the words and assume it is an Israelian meal, it is actually a form of Israelian street fighting used by their military for self defense. It sort of reminded me of an intensive kick boxing class, with actual moves one can use in cases of rape, etc. Not alot of high cardio, but definitely great for strength training. I felt it in my arms at least 2 days later.
Each course lasts about 1h30, intensive kicking and punching in the air. Fabulous if the thought of going out scares the crap out of you, and you feel like you want to get some self defense lessons, albeit expensive. Here are some links for more info, times, etc:
COST: 10€ per class, or a seasonal 3 month pass of 300€
I giggled at my co-worker the first time she mentioned the Swedish Gym, she was trying to pressure me to join her for one hour of 80's style aerobics, complete with tight gym clothes in flourescent colors. Of course, one cannot judge unless they've experienced, so I bopped along to the beat with everyone else.
This actually ended up being the closest to my 24 Hour Fitness days in Portland, the intensive ab-crunches, the supportive instructor... however the music was a bit lacking. Better for once a week lessons, just to get yourself moving in an active way.
Convenient as they have many courses across all the different arrondissements in Paris, downside is many classes in the evening are completely blindé and full of post-work crowd.
The website: Gym Suedoise in Paris
An Actual Gym Membership
COST: Between 40€ a month to 1000€ a year
The most ideal for myself, however one must adjust to their living situation. Gyms in Paris are not and will never be the gyms we have Stateside. First off, due to the high costs of rent and lack of space, they tend to be miniscule with machines uncomfortably crunched together. It sort of is like the high school gym all over again, that odd musky smell, lack of air conditioning, disgusting toilets and showers... often used as a glorification to go and sit in a steam room for an hour.
If there are weights at the gym, they are usually occupied by the most bro-ish looking men you'll ever run across, and they won't hesitate to talk to you if you are a lady lifting.
A simple Google search for: Gym Paris or Gymnase Paris will bring up the hundreds of over-priced options.
Zumba
COST: 13€ for a 1 hour course, 18€ for a 2 hour or a book of 10 courses for 115€/160€, unlimited option also available for 100€ for a month.
I discovered Zumba thanks to a friend of mine last summer, if you've done Zumba then you know the difficulty in describing what it is. It is sort of like Tangoing by yourself in a room full of screaming and clapping ladies, with a sweaty instructor shaking their ass like there is no tomorrow. You think you will end up laughing, but you are trying to hard to concentrate on the movements you end up sweating like a pig, one hour flies and you burned 500 calories in a snap.
However, downside, of course, is that often the courses in Paris are held in clubs, like actual dance clubs. Hence, that awkward vomit and alcohol smell sort of mingled with the musky sweat of non-showering French people (steretype alert) tends to leave you feeling a bit ill. Also, once again, no air conditioning in Paris.
However, courses are held all over Paris, and the unlimited pass allows you to go to any of them:
Join a Sport
COST: Varies between 5€ - 20€ per sport per time-slot, note that it is managed by the state so a working level of French is required
I have yet to join a community club to try out what they offer, the city of Paris has so many things to offer, for young people looking for work, people living in the city and wanting to get out, families, etc.
It's worth a gander: Practicing a Sport in Paris
Over-All
The issue isn't that options aren't there, but it's simply the fact that it is much more difficult to discover these options in Paris as they tend to be hidden and a bit expensive. In America, the fact is our gym system is much better developed... however I have to mention that I eat about the same and don't go to 24 Fitness like I used to and I've managed to keep my weight the same. The car driving is exchanged for a daily 25-40 minute walk, sometimes run (busses or metros) in high heels and avoiding obstacles.
Utilizing a calorie-counting system is also wuite helpful, such as: My Fitness Pal
Bon Activité!
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Le Brunch à Paris
Ah Paris, the quintessential romantic city in which one envisions a stroll by the Seine, a kiss under the Eiffel Tower... however for those who live in Paris, we become creatures of habit.
Wake up. Quick shower. Bus to work. Work. Lunch. Work. Bus to home. Dinner. Sleep. Repeat.
Which is why we, in Paris, tend to live for the weekends. Those lazy Saturday mornings, where you don't wake up heart pounding at 5am thinking you forgot something important at work, where you just do as you feel.
Brunch in Paris is a more recent phenomenon, branching from the Americanism that has spread across France post-Bush era. The Yuppie culture from the 90's was a time of listenting to The Zombies while sipping a Chai Tea Latte in a chic Café. France has not been spared.
One of the things we have discovered as a 20 something Franco-American couple in Paris is the Brunch spots.
So popular, websites even started popping up, such as:
Ou Bruncher? or Brunch A Paris.com
Explications of the best local brunch spots, those to be avoided.. Of course in my American skepticism I realized the French are not quite sure what the concept of Brunch truly is. Some brunch spots offer a sort of croisement between both cultures, starting with a basket filled with crispy viennoisseries and finishing with a lumpy bowl of scrambled eggs. Some go as far as have a pancake, for dessert.
Every few weeks when we get the inspiration we tredge through the different sites and select our Sunday brunch adventure.
So far, some of the ones that we have discovered as a young Yuppy couple in Paris:
Café Charlot (38 Rue de Bretagne 75003 Paris)
Just a few steps from Métro line 8 (Filles de Calvaire) or Métro line 11 (Arts et Métiers) this little café somehow always has a little table in the corner for us. We've been there twice,
First time I took their Brunch Menu at 19€, which includes a drinks (coffee and orange juice), salty things (scrambled eggs, cream and smoked salmon, French toast and a fromage blanc) as well as unlimited breads.
Quite filling, and a nice little finish with some fresh fruit to soak up the fat. A fabulous choice after a soirée from the previous night.
However the next time we went, I decided I needed something different. I am a personal fan and adorer of Eggs Benedict... those nicely poached eggs placed delicately on a pillowed English muffin and sandwiched with bacon or ham and a large coating of Hollandaise sauce. For 13.50€, the restaurant has two of these delicacies, add 3€ for a coffee, 9€ for a hefty dessert and there is no need to eat dinner that night.
Of course, there are weekends where the last thing we want is a large breakfast, so then we decide to hunt down one of our little American pastry shops and settle for a little coffee and a slice of American style cake.
Sugarplum Cake Shop (68 rue du Cardinal Lemoine 75005)
A little shop situated right up the street from the famous French University La Sorbonne, it's a perfect quaint escape from the bustle of Parisian life.
A selection of desserts and coffee items, ranging from 5€-10€, it's easy to have a pretty excellent slice of Carrot Cake and a latté for 10€, the price of a Starbucks and a pastry, but a much more pleasant atmosphere. It's easy to run into expatriates, writers, homesick students and of course the curious French.
Of course the egg hunt doesn't stop at Charlot café, next stop to try out the authenticity of the name, Eggs & Co.
Eggs & Co. (11 rue Bernard Palissy, 75006)
First off, this place is quite small, translation, if you don't want to hear your neighbors or bend down to sit down, this is not the place for you. If you appreciate slightly off restaurants with unique personality, then do come... RESERVE however. Otherwise a lovely line of 30 minutes is what you will be welcomed with.
Secondly, there are eggs any way you want them. In the fashion of Bubba from Forrest Gump, any type you can imagine, Eggs & Co serves. There is of course a brunch at 22€, including the juice and coffee as well as eggs and a pancake for dessert.
L'Inedit Cafe (4 Rue Taine, 75012)
Wake up. Quick shower. Bus to work. Work. Lunch. Work. Bus to home. Dinner. Sleep. Repeat.
Which is why we, in Paris, tend to live for the weekends. Those lazy Saturday mornings, where you don't wake up heart pounding at 5am thinking you forgot something important at work, where you just do as you feel.
Brunch in Paris is a more recent phenomenon, branching from the Americanism that has spread across France post-Bush era. The Yuppie culture from the 90's was a time of listenting to The Zombies while sipping a Chai Tea Latte in a chic Café. France has not been spared.
One of the things we have discovered as a 20 something Franco-American couple in Paris is the Brunch spots.
So popular, websites even started popping up, such as:
Ou Bruncher? or Brunch A Paris.com
Explications of the best local brunch spots, those to be avoided.. Of course in my American skepticism I realized the French are not quite sure what the concept of Brunch truly is. Some brunch spots offer a sort of croisement between both cultures, starting with a basket filled with crispy viennoisseries and finishing with a lumpy bowl of scrambled eggs. Some go as far as have a pancake, for dessert.
Every few weeks when we get the inspiration we tredge through the different sites and select our Sunday brunch adventure.
So far, some of the ones that we have discovered as a young Yuppy couple in Paris:
Café Charlot (38 Rue de Bretagne 75003 Paris)
Just a few steps from Métro line 8 (Filles de Calvaire) or Métro line 11 (Arts et Métiers) this little café somehow always has a little table in the corner for us. We've been there twice,
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| Interior of Café Charlot - Photo from Holiday Goddess |
However the next time we went, I decided I needed something different. I am a personal fan and adorer of Eggs Benedict... those nicely poached eggs placed delicately on a pillowed English muffin and sandwiched with bacon or ham and a large coating of Hollandaise sauce. For 13.50€, the restaurant has two of these delicacies, add 3€ for a coffee, 9€ for a hefty dessert and there is no need to eat dinner that night.
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| Eggs Benedict - 13.50€, Café Charlot in Paris |
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| Cheesecake du Jour (Noisettes Caramélisées) - 9.00€, Café Charlot in Paris |
Sugarplum Cake Shop (68 rue du Cardinal Lemoine 75005)
A little shop situated right up the street from the famous French University La Sorbonne, it's a perfect quaint escape from the bustle of Parisian life.
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| Interior of Sugar Plum Cakeshop, photo credit: Paper Blog |
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| Carrot Cake, Valrhona hot Chocolate at Sugar Plum Cakeshop (11€) |
Eggs & Co. (11 rue Bernard Palissy, 75006)
First off, this place is quite small, translation, if you don't want to hear your neighbors or bend down to sit down, this is not the place for you. If you appreciate slightly off restaurants with unique personality, then do come... RESERVE however. Otherwise a lovely line of 30 minutes is what you will be welcomed with.
Secondly, there are eggs any way you want them. In the fashion of Bubba from Forrest Gump, any type you can imagine, Eggs & Co serves. There is of course a brunch at 22€, including the juice and coffee as well as eggs and a pancake for dessert.
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| Eggs Benedict at Eggs & Co., photo credit Jerome Dreyfuss |
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| Upstairs of Eggs & Co., photo credit Ou Bruncher |
When I first moved to Paris, I gave English courses. One of my students was a fabulous lady, her English impeccable and she loved to eat as much as she loved to talk. She dragged her family out to Brunch and invited us to join to discover a little place with a fantastic menu at 18€ for everything, including unlimited REAL coffee. This place proposes the typical Frunch, French Brunch, with the pastries and eggs as well as a lovely dessert... we have been there twice and each time the ambiance was fabulous.
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| Interior of l'Edit Cafe, photo credit Bon Plan Party |
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| Beginning of brunch (18€) at l'Inedit Café, photo credit Rygo Point |
Le Passy (2 Rue de Passy, 75016)
As a bit of an upscale day, we decided to be a bit fancier and head over to the 16th for a brunch branché. The difference is this place has a brunch menu at 26€, drinks included, however the presentation is completely different. First half, salty, is presented in delicate little plates so that we can taste each dish. Then the sweet things come out, also in delicate mini plates. It is a bit expensive, but the restaurant is so beautiful it almost makes up for the price.
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| Exterior of Le Passy, photo credit Vous Avez Choisi |
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| Interior of Le Passy, photo credit Ou Bruncher |
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| Mini Desserts from the brunch at Le Passy |
And finally, out of love for the Brits and all other Anglosaxons, we took a stop by the Frog chain:
Frog XVI (110 Avenue Kléber, 75116)
Nestled in a quiet little area on the west side of Paris, this little pub is immense in the inside. Chairs and tables for at least a cover of 200 people, we came on a quiet Sunday for their brunch. Unfortunately, no menu fixe, however there is a quite decent eggs benedict for 14€.
It wasn't the most exceptional brunch that I ever had, but still a place to visit. I assume this place is much more fun during a week night for a happy hour!
Happy Brunching!
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Story Time: Les Types de Transportation Public Français
The title, in French, clearly defines the general haïne and spite that French people tend to feel towards the daily transport to work and vice-versa. Les types, like in English, types of people, or in French also a slang form of dudes, is a generalized way to mention those people.
It was in my morning bus ride this morning that I began doodling on my phone, the definition of the people we tend to see in our public transportation in Paris. Unlike in Portland, where most people are so wonderfully odd and unique, Paris tends to be a conglomerate of sameness. Every morning and every evening, if you live in Paris, you are bound to see the following types.
Seat Ninja:
For lack of a better word, I have entitled this type a seat ninja. Here’s the scenario:
It’s been a long day at work in the office, with your 3 coffee breaks and your 1 hour lunch, and you just want to crawl into your overly packed bus, throw your armpit in someone’s face and get home. As you lurch onto the transport, lugging your overly packed female purse, you eyeball the impossible. A seat. As you start to elbow your way over, you glance to the left and see a flash. In the blink of an eye the seat is suddenly occupied. Your seat has been ninja’d.
The Band of Japanese Tourists:
In any large metropolitan city, you are bound to come across this grouping of individuals. They are often in families, often equipped with a large and expensive Nikon cameras and smiling profoundly at maps trying to define, where is the Eiffel Tower? Where is the Arch de Triomphe? Generally nice and also avid shoppers- spotted most commonly in touristic areas and near the Champs-Élysées.
Psycho Mamie:
Mamie, the loving French term for the French grandmother figure. Unfortunately not all French Mamie's are kind smiling creatures. Some actually have mental problems, especially the psycho Mamies. You'll know when you have been in touch with a Psycho Mamie when she is:
A. Shouting obscenities... At the air around her.
B. Gets oddly aggressive if the bus driver doesn't open the doors right away.
C. Decides that you are the perfect conversation buddy- however the conversation really doesn't go anywhere.
Stinky People:
This category is quite general since stinky is a common problem in France. I have yet to determine if this is due to the lack of dryers (hence drying time is lengthened and clothes carry a lovely old water and musty smell) or the consumption of cheese. However once in awhile you get more than that- you find yourself face to face with a shoeless mental institution escapee who smells beyond the words I could use to describe it. Stench would be too kind...
Buskers:
A term endowed upon those who wander into the metro and either song really off key karaoke of songs from the 80's, highly talented rap artists who son about difficulties, accordion players who 9/10 times are gypsy and of course, simply, people who stand at the end of the metro and proclaim,
"Bonjour, j'ai perdu mon emploi la semaine dernière, j'ai 3 enfants, si vous avez de la monnaie ou tickets restos à partager..."
Such a phenomenon, the French humorist, Kyan Khojandi, made a clip about it... http://canalstreet.canalplus.fr/humour/bref/bref.-j-ai-pris-le-metro.-episode-du-24-01
Strollers and children:
They deserve their own category because I carry a dislike highly profound for these things. You are in the bus, stuck in your corner, door opens. Stroller. You are expected to move so the stroller can park. Of course then you must stretch around, fidget into place, get armpit thrown in your face...
Children can be worse or better depending on the parent. Some children like running frantically back an forth in the transport, some sit spike staring out windows.
Avoidance- avoid the metros and buses between 8:15-8:30 and 4:30-5:00.
Teenagers:
Less annoying than strollers, but almost incomprehensible- they speak a French that is so highly slammed with slang sometimes you get English words mixed in- "oh my god"- being the favorite. The worst teenagers tend to be those in couples- remember when hormones are raging, face sucking in public suddenly is no longer embarrassing. It's as though you don't exist.
Now there are multitudes of people who take public transportation, this being a simple "taster" of those people...
It was in my morning bus ride this morning that I began doodling on my phone, the definition of the people we tend to see in our public transportation in Paris. Unlike in Portland, where most people are so wonderfully odd and unique, Paris tends to be a conglomerate of sameness. Every morning and every evening, if you live in Paris, you are bound to see the following types.
Seat Ninja:
For lack of a better word, I have entitled this type a seat ninja. Here’s the scenario:
It’s been a long day at work in the office, with your 3 coffee breaks and your 1 hour lunch, and you just want to crawl into your overly packed bus, throw your armpit in someone’s face and get home. As you lurch onto the transport, lugging your overly packed female purse, you eyeball the impossible. A seat. As you start to elbow your way over, you glance to the left and see a flash. In the blink of an eye the seat is suddenly occupied. Your seat has been ninja’d.
The Band of Japanese Tourists:
In any large metropolitan city, you are bound to come across this grouping of individuals. They are often in families, often equipped with a large and expensive Nikon cameras and smiling profoundly at maps trying to define, where is the Eiffel Tower? Where is the Arch de Triomphe? Generally nice and also avid shoppers- spotted most commonly in touristic areas and near the Champs-Élysées.
Psycho Mamie:
Mamie, the loving French term for the French grandmother figure. Unfortunately not all French Mamie's are kind smiling creatures. Some actually have mental problems, especially the psycho Mamies. You'll know when you have been in touch with a Psycho Mamie when she is:
A. Shouting obscenities... At the air around her.
B. Gets oddly aggressive if the bus driver doesn't open the doors right away.
C. Decides that you are the perfect conversation buddy- however the conversation really doesn't go anywhere.
Stinky People:
This category is quite general since stinky is a common problem in France. I have yet to determine if this is due to the lack of dryers (hence drying time is lengthened and clothes carry a lovely old water and musty smell) or the consumption of cheese. However once in awhile you get more than that- you find yourself face to face with a shoeless mental institution escapee who smells beyond the words I could use to describe it. Stench would be too kind...
Buskers:
A term endowed upon those who wander into the metro and either song really off key karaoke of songs from the 80's, highly talented rap artists who son about difficulties, accordion players who 9/10 times are gypsy and of course, simply, people who stand at the end of the metro and proclaim,
"Bonjour, j'ai perdu mon emploi la semaine dernière, j'ai 3 enfants, si vous avez de la monnaie ou tickets restos à partager..."
Such a phenomenon, the French humorist, Kyan Khojandi, made a clip about it... http://canalstreet.canalplus.fr/humour/bref/bref.-j-ai-pris-le-metro.-episode-du-24-01
Strollers and children:
They deserve their own category because I carry a dislike highly profound for these things. You are in the bus, stuck in your corner, door opens. Stroller. You are expected to move so the stroller can park. Of course then you must stretch around, fidget into place, get armpit thrown in your face...
Children can be worse or better depending on the parent. Some children like running frantically back an forth in the transport, some sit spike staring out windows.
Avoidance- avoid the metros and buses between 8:15-8:30 and 4:30-5:00.
Teenagers:
Less annoying than strollers, but almost incomprehensible- they speak a French that is so highly slammed with slang sometimes you get English words mixed in- "oh my god"- being the favorite. The worst teenagers tend to be those in couples- remember when hormones are raging, face sucking in public suddenly is no longer embarrassing. It's as though you don't exist.
Now there are multitudes of people who take public transportation, this being a simple "taster" of those people...
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Advice: Eating on a Budget in Paris
I've sort of written a bit about this topic before... see I'm 25 years old, living in the center of Paris on a pretty restrictive budget, but I am also a huge gastronome and love eating as much as breathing.
For this I began to think about other students on a restrictive budget, those beginning their profesionnal careers or simply just those who would like to eat on the cheap.
Already in a previous post, I mentioned the website "La Fourchette": http://flipflopfrance.blogspot.fr/2012/03/advice-la-fourchette.html
Basically a reduction website in which you sign up, choose the restaurant and book in advance for often a percentage discount or a special dinner menu. There is no penalty for cancelling the reservation, no costs up-front and simply allows an easy way to go to nice restaurants at a reduced price.
Of course, there are other options... Every year, the Paris Region hosts a special event called, "Tous au Restaurant", or everyone in restaurants, which enables anyone living in the Paris area to go to restaurants of Michelin Star quality for the reduced price of "Buy one Get one Free": http://www.tousaurestaurant.com/fr/
However, this reduction and special event is only available for a limited time during the year, and unfortunately the 2012 season has passed... in preparation for 2013:
For this I began to think about other students on a restrictive budget, those beginning their profesionnal careers or simply just those who would like to eat on the cheap.
Already in a previous post, I mentioned the website "La Fourchette": http://flipflopfrance.blogspot.fr/2012/03/advice-la-fourchette.html
Basically a reduction website in which you sign up, choose the restaurant and book in advance for often a percentage discount or a special dinner menu. There is no penalty for cancelling the reservation, no costs up-front and simply allows an easy way to go to nice restaurants at a reduced price.
Of course, there are other options... Every year, the Paris Region hosts a special event called, "Tous au Restaurant", or everyone in restaurants, which enables anyone living in the Paris area to go to restaurants of Michelin Star quality for the reduced price of "Buy one Get one Free": http://www.tousaurestaurant.com/fr/
However, this reduction and special event is only available for a limited time during the year, and unfortunately the 2012 season has passed... in preparation for 2013:
- Book in advance (otherwise there are no spots available)
Other than this, there is always the fun option of eating at the cooking schools in Paris... normally only available during the weekdays (Monday-Friday) afternoons and evenings, however, one can score a 3-course meal for a measly 16€, a steal... if the chef is actually a good one: http://www.lesitemalin.com/loisirs/cuisine/ou-manger/restaurants-ecoles-hotelieres.htm
Otherwise, opt for the "Menu déjeuner" when possible, always try for the "menu" and not "à la carte", which often proposes a discount for taking the main dish and dessert.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
25 Years Old...
I never thought the day would come when I would look at myself in the mirror and realize that I was suddenly in the skin of a 25 year old. So many times I imagined what my life would be like when I was a little girl, I would live that kind of home, or own this kind of car. I would calculate the cost of living in my own apartment and draw out the perfect business that I undoubtedly would start up on my own.
One day specifically, swinging on the porch swing of my grandmother's house in Lousiana, I really went at it, planning pretty exclusively.
I am proud of the person I became, I've experienced quite a bit for the person I am today. I think the most proudest moment was just last mont when I completed my masters degree from a French university with honors. The teacher was so impressed with my theories and information she requested my presence to present to the local city government.
Now when people ask me what I'm doing in Paris I can smile, modestly and say "I got a masters degree and now I am working for an international accounting firm".
Yup. I got hired beginning of this month working as a public relations and general assistant to a well known accounting firm- although the entire office is French.
I can't honestly say I'm done experiencing, because I tend to get to a moment when I need to experience more and move. But for now I have a solid job in Paris and I consider myself very lucky.
Now I need to get back to my blogging. For awhile I was just depressed- working my heart out for an interns salary and being overwhelmed with Paris.
However, one needs to get out of Paris to realize how amazing she really is. Just this weekend I attended a 2 hour Krav Maga course (Israeli street fighting and self defense) and then spent the day at Disneyland Paris. Everything is within reach and there's a whole international experience just waiting for me.
Although I still do it with country playing on my MP3 player. There's something about twanging backwoods music and the Eiffel Tower.
I like to break the rules in that way.
One day specifically, swinging on the porch swing of my grandmother's house in Lousiana, I really went at it, planning pretty exclusively.
I am proud of the person I became, I've experienced quite a bit for the person I am today. I think the most proudest moment was just last mont when I completed my masters degree from a French university with honors. The teacher was so impressed with my theories and information she requested my presence to present to the local city government.
Now when people ask me what I'm doing in Paris I can smile, modestly and say "I got a masters degree and now I am working for an international accounting firm".
Yup. I got hired beginning of this month working as a public relations and general assistant to a well known accounting firm- although the entire office is French.
I can't honestly say I'm done experiencing, because I tend to get to a moment when I need to experience more and move. But for now I have a solid job in Paris and I consider myself very lucky.
Now I need to get back to my blogging. For awhile I was just depressed- working my heart out for an interns salary and being overwhelmed with Paris.
However, one needs to get out of Paris to realize how amazing she really is. Just this weekend I attended a 2 hour Krav Maga course (Israeli street fighting and self defense) and then spent the day at Disneyland Paris. Everything is within reach and there's a whole international experience just waiting for me.
Although I still do it with country playing on my MP3 player. There's something about twanging backwoods music and the Eiffel Tower.
I like to break the rules in that way.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Advice: Renewing the Student Visa (revisited from 2011)
I've been getting quite a few questions recently regarding the renewal process for a student visa; so first off, the important thing is to know which préfecture you must go to. Each region has their own specific requests for the renewal, but the general information needed is:
What's needed:
What's needed:
- Your passport.
- Copies of the following pages in your passport:
- Identification page (the 'passport' page)
- The original visa
- Stamp of entry into France from the last time you came in
- Vignette d'OFII (the medical paper they gave you after your OFII appointment, or the actual certificate often glued into your passport)
- Original Birth Certificate
- Copy of Original Birth Certificate
- Translation of Birth Certificate (done by a certified translator, I used a woman named Karen King in Northern France; scanned it, sent it, she translated it and then mailed it back for only 39 euros, as well as in the original post. It is normal that she requests you pay in advance)
- Copy of Translated Birth Certificate
- Proof of Housing: The rent bill dated at least 3 months from the date of renewal and a original of the electricity or phone bill if possible.
- Copy of Proof of Housing & Electricity bill
- Certificate de Scolarité from the previous year's study- this comes from when you sign up at University, they give you this paper that on the back reads: Certificate de Scolarité. Get one for each semester.
- Copies of the certificat de scolarité
- Grades from the previous semester (if grades are not released yet, use the FIRST semester)
- Copies of Grades from previous semester
- Proof of Ability to Take Care of Yourself; basically a Bank RIB copy (in France), Contrat de Travail (if you work), proof of WORK payments, or an attestation written by your parents stating they will pay for your studies- as well as their most recent bank statement. At least 650€ per month.
- COPY of all the above.
- 3 Photos, taken from a photo booth or shop. Ensure the background is off white, light gray- NOT WHITE- they will not accept WHITE.
- The stamps that pay for the visa, called timbres fiscales available for purchase at any tabac. The average student visa is 58€ in timbres, there is no longer a OMI or OFII stamp available since January 2012.
The Actual Process
Renewing a visa has a couple of different options to renew:
- Renew through the University (guichets and offices available on campus for some universities, you simply bring all paperwork and copies and deposit, for this bring a lettre recommandée in order to have the récépissé returned to your address)
- Renew through the prefecture (depending on the préfecture, in Lyon you have to get there at 6am in order to wait in line, in Paris you can take an appointment online)
Remember to really keep the récépissé they hand you in a safe place, it is the only proof you have of a legal stay in France. The new titre de séjour will be ready within 6 - 8 weeks, unfortunately there is no indicator so you sort of need to try to pick it up at some point between that time.
Commonly asked questions
Does this mean you will have to renew your student visa every 3 months?
Once you receive a récipissé, which is a temporary visa, once you get the student titre de sejour it should last for one year, unless your in a special and complicated case where you aren't "inscribed" for school yet (happens in july).
For the renewal do we need to get the prefecture stamps again which can be bought online and in the tabac like I did on my first visa?
Yes. Every renewal needs these timbres or stamps, a student Visa is 58€ of stamps.
For the birth certificate, do you really need to have the original with you?
Yes. Absolutely. All original documents are needed, as well as their copies.
Do you mind giving the contact information of your translator Karen?
http://www.traductionassermentee.net/
Monday, June 25, 2012
What-what: Fête du Cinéma
Come one, come all, from the poorest students to the most bored executives… it’s now the time of the year for the Fête du Cinéma in France!
The 28th year in action, the Movie Festival takes place from Sunday, June 24th to Wednesday, June 27th ALL OVER FRANCE.
Basically: With full-priced purchase on Sunday or Monday of film, a special bracelet is given to the movie-goer enabling the chance to see every following movie for the one-price of 2.50€ per movie per seat. This means all those blockbuster movies you’ve been dying to see, but that ghastly price of 10.50€ are now at a reduced price at the simple presentation of a bracelet.
With over 70 million attendees since 1985, the Fête du Cinéma has enabled young individuals to enjoy screenings without breaking the bank… This is all thanks to support from BNP Paribas, who is offering a week extension to 200 000 lucky participants.
Thus, our film-planning for the week:
Sunday night: Men in Black 3
Monday night: Dark Shadows
Tuesday night: Prometheus
Wednesday night: De rouille et d’os
Useful links:
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Bong: Not Exactly a Reference to Drug Paraphenlia
When I told some friends that I was going to go to Chez Bong's on Saturday evening they stared at me quizzically trying to pinpoint my secondary life as a drug abuser behind the façade of a hard-working intern. I waved my hands around, no no no. Bong's.
The joy of moving to Paris was the undoubted capacity to find ethnic and cultural cuisine a few steps from my apartment. While living in Lyon I was constantly disappointed- there was a fine selection of bouchons hanging around my little street on La Rue des Marronniers but nothing quite like the gastronomic warphole surrounding my time living in Portland.
The story of Bong started last Saturday. Bri and I decided to walk around our backstreets in an attempt to hustle up a new restaurant par hasard. IT was turning the corner on Rue Blomet in the 15ème that a sudden fierce and meaty odor overcame our senses and we began to blindly walk towards a small decrepit restaurant with simple lettering: Bong.
Bong, as we came to discover, was a Korean eatery, specialising in a Korean meal known as Korean Barbeque. Basically a sort of table top barbeque of a pungent marinated meat grilled by the customer and then eaten with a variety of sauces and fermented vegetables (namely the Kimchi).
We wanted in. Except, désolé, pas de place ce soir, proved that this place was a place you had to reserve in advance.
The next Saturday, 8:30 pm, we wandered in to a bright, smiling host, almost hugging us to enter into the establishment and feed us an incredibly decadent meal.
As the owner explained, Eat bite is a journey for your mouth, you take a little rice, a little meat, a little sauce. If you like spicy, a sliced green hot pepper. Wrap in the rice, eat, and continue. We always have soup and a bowl of rice... but you do the work. Please enjoy.
Bri grilled, as the "korean tradition" called for, I simply stuffed myself. The meat has a sort of 'melt-in-your-mouth' quality... as if the marinade had literally allowed the meat to become so tender eating it required no chewing. The marinade itself was pungent, sweet and yet carried that evervescent undertone of a slightly salty and nutty flavor.
Each condiment had it's own variety of flavors, that fermented bitter and spicy taste of a well-made Kimchi, large slices of green jalapeno peppers that burned the lips on contact, but was insatiable when eaten. A spicy red sauce that although was hot on contact has this neverending flavor that only enhanced the flavor of the meat. Even Bri, a Frenchman, sucked down each morsel rolled into a batvia leaf staring adoringly at the meat, proclaiming, "Where has this been all my life?"
If you've never tried Korean food, or if you are simply dying to find a good Korean place... I highly recommend Bong. From the honest smile an owner can give (no extra charges for our second plate of Batvia) to the simply said, succulent marinated meat grilled in front of your very eyes- it's simply a culinary experience.
I don't think you will be able to turn around once you get within 1/2 mile of the restaurant... the smell will simply pull you in and for a few hours, somehow, you will no longer be in Paris but in a small crowded restaurant in Busan or Seoul.
The joy of moving to Paris was the undoubted capacity to find ethnic and cultural cuisine a few steps from my apartment. While living in Lyon I was constantly disappointed- there was a fine selection of bouchons hanging around my little street on La Rue des Marronniers but nothing quite like the gastronomic warphole surrounding my time living in Portland.
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| The front of Bong |
Bong, as we came to discover, was a Korean eatery, specialising in a Korean meal known as Korean Barbeque. Basically a sort of table top barbeque of a pungent marinated meat grilled by the customer and then eaten with a variety of sauces and fermented vegetables (namely the Kimchi).
We wanted in. Except, désolé, pas de place ce soir, proved that this place was a place you had to reserve in advance.
The next Saturday, 8:30 pm, we wandered in to a bright, smiling host, almost hugging us to enter into the establishment and feed us an incredibly decadent meal.
As the owner explained, Eat bite is a journey for your mouth, you take a little rice, a little meat, a little sauce. If you like spicy, a sliced green hot pepper. Wrap in the rice, eat, and continue. We always have soup and a bowl of rice... but you do the work. Please enjoy.
Each condiment had it's own variety of flavors, that fermented bitter and spicy taste of a well-made Kimchi, large slices of green jalapeno peppers that burned the lips on contact, but was insatiable when eaten. A spicy red sauce that although was hot on contact has this neverending flavor that only enhanced the flavor of the meat. Even Bri, a Frenchman, sucked down each morsel rolled into a batvia leaf staring adoringly at the meat, proclaiming, "Where has this been all my life?"
If you've never tried Korean food, or if you are simply dying to find a good Korean place... I highly recommend Bong. From the honest smile an owner can give (no extra charges for our second plate of Batvia) to the simply said, succulent marinated meat grilled in front of your very eyes- it's simply a culinary experience.
I don't think you will be able to turn around once you get within 1/2 mile of the restaurant... the smell will simply pull you in and for a few hours, somehow, you will no longer be in Paris but in a small crowded restaurant in Busan or Seoul.
Friday, May 25, 2012
Those Weird "8-Bit" Tags around Paris
So, I've disappeared again, granted I have good reason (Internship, stress.. etc).. The temperature in Paris has impossibly increased to the point I can almost see water dry up in a puff of heat when dropped... and of course the Metros have become almost impossible to bear in the heat. (Imagine a fat, sweaty man crunched into a small metro car and their arm somehow decides to cross over your head. Putrid.)
So this post is more about the discovery I have made recently, and while I wasn't posting during the last month, I was indeed discovering and imagining the different things I could share.
Which is how I found those odd 8-Bit block tags scattered around Paris.
Often in large cities we walk with our head hanging, staring at our feet and avoiding the things around us. We have iPods stuck in our ears, hands in our pockets and we simply want to transport ourselves to the direction we are heading.
Hence where I come in.
I tend to be a stroller, those types that look around and observe with an attentitive interest in all the details around me. That odd looking fountain from the 16th century, the group of children playing in the grass, everything.
One day we were wandering around our neighborhood and after staring up at a building, I noticed this odd little mosaic in the form of an 8-bit creature plastered to the wall.
Then I started to collect them...
More to come as I find them.. it's insane the things we find...
Anyone else have these?
So this post is more about the discovery I have made recently, and while I wasn't posting during the last month, I was indeed discovering and imagining the different things I could share.
Which is how I found those odd 8-Bit block tags scattered around Paris.
Often in large cities we walk with our head hanging, staring at our feet and avoiding the things around us. We have iPods stuck in our ears, hands in our pockets and we simply want to transport ourselves to the direction we are heading.
Hence where I come in.
I tend to be a stroller, those types that look around and observe with an attentitive interest in all the details around me. That odd looking fountain from the 16th century, the group of children playing in the grass, everything.
One day we were wandering around our neighborhood and after staring up at a building, I noticed this odd little mosaic in the form of an 8-bit creature plastered to the wall.
Then I started to collect them...
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| Near the 3ème Arrondissement, near a Brunch place |
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| Another one in the 3ème Arrondissement |
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| Found while wandering with my Finnish friend, it was plastered next to a fountain from the 17th century, Fontaine Boucherat in the 3ème |
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| Bri staring at the plastered piece near Métro Volontaires in the 15th |
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| Down my street in the 15th, Rue LeCourbe |
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| Rue Leon Delhomme, 15ème arrondissement |
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| Rue de la Choiseuil 2ème arrondissement |
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| Rue de la Verrerie, 4ème Arrondissement |
Anyone else have these?
Sunday, April 29, 2012
How to Sound French: The Film References
When I first moved to France, I was thrown blindly into a completely different pop culture. I came from the culture where we quoted Jay & Silent bob (Not one French person I know gets it), Dude Where's My Car, references to flutes an inappropriate things along those lines. Quotables are the basis of a good pop culture, and France, in her own glory, has her own quotes from films.
Mastering the quotes and watching the movies will assure that you will understand what someone means when, for example, you say something... you are contradicted, and then everyone in the room waves their right hand maniacally and shouts, "Cassséeeeeeee!!!!".
Here we go....
Bienvenue Chez les Ch'tis - Dany Boon
A film that simply details a French from the south who is forced by his job at the Post Office to relocate to the North of France, specifically, in the region of Nord-pas-de-Calais, considered to be our version of the "Backwoods" in France.
From the disgusting habit of eating a stinky cheese smothered on bread for breakfast, to the incomprehensible French dialect... the
main character Philippe Abrams (Kad Merad) eventually settles into the city and makes friends with Antoine Balleuil (Dany Boon).
Quoteables
-"C’est pas compliqué de parler le ch’timi. On ne dit pas : « pardonnez-moi je n’ai pas bien saisi le sens de votre question », on dit : « Hein ? »."
-"C'est le Nord!"
Dîner de Cons - Francis Veber
En gros a film about a high-rolling French man who gets his kicks with his buddies by inviting the stupidest person he meets to a weekly dinner. Whoever brings the most idiotic guest wins... until one day an idiot comes that is not so much as idiot as he thinks...
Some really quite funny scenes (better in original French with subtitles if French isn't your strong point), some involving adding vinegar to wine in order to trick a tax inspector, an obsession with match stick creations...
Quoteables
-"Il a une belle tête du vainqueur" - Reference used when they go hunting for the "idiots".
"-Il s'appelle Juste Leblanc.
-Ah bon, il n'a pas de prénom?
-Je viens de vous le dire Juste Leblanc... Votre prénom c'est François, c'est juste? Eh bien lui c'est pareil, c'est Juste."
Les Visiteurs - Jean-Marie Poiré
Typical time travel, misplaced group of knights put in the 20th century. A re-make was done by Americans, Just Visiting, which follows about the same plot-line.
Quoteables
-"Je suis Godefroy Amaury De Malfète, comte de Montmirail, d’Apromont et de Papimcourt, fils d’Aldebert de Malfète et de Thibaude de Montfaucon... Je suis ton aieul."
-Et on lui pèlera le jonc comme au bailli du Limousin !
Qu’on a fendu un beau matin.
Qu’on a pendu ! Avec ses tripes !"
Brice de Nice - James Huth
Jean du Jardin has become a household name since the Oscar's glorification of The Artist, but before Du Jardin was a grand actor, he as a comedian. From Un Gars et Une Fille to the movie Brice de Nice, he was never really that serious.
Brice de Nice, is just that, a 30 year old surfer from Nice named Brice who is constantly hunting the perfect "wave". However, he doesn't really KNOW how to surf since he lives in Nice where the waves are totally calm. Travelling around and finally ending up in a competition for surfing, there are endless, and really strange, references and jokes.
Casser
While there is not a specific quoteable, the most important concept is to understand "Cassée", literally, "broken". Brice de Nice constantly is able to basically pull out French versions of yo mama jokes, and when he wins, he swings his right arm from shoulder to crotch, in a cutting fashion, proving that you, indeed, have been "broken".
French people tend to do this everywhere, if you are proved wrong, "T'es cassé", if you are saying really stupid things, "cassé", Political pundants having a debate and one says something totally off-handed, "CASSE".
Voilà, that's the start to French culture.. of course there are more to come. American movies still are popular, but often under French names (ie: le sixième sens, le Projet Blair Witch, SOS Phantpmes (ghostbusters), etc)
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Mastering the quotes and watching the movies will assure that you will understand what someone means when, for example, you say something... you are contradicted, and then everyone in the room waves their right hand maniacally and shouts, "Cassséeeeeeee!!!!".
Here we go....
A film that simply details a French from the south who is forced by his job at the Post Office to relocate to the North of France, specifically, in the region of Nord-pas-de-Calais, considered to be our version of the "Backwoods" in France.
From the disgusting habit of eating a stinky cheese smothered on bread for breakfast, to the incomprehensible French dialect... the
main character Philippe Abrams (Kad Merad) eventually settles into the city and makes friends with Antoine Balleuil (Dany Boon).
Quoteables
-"C’est pas compliqué de parler le ch’timi. On ne dit pas : « pardonnez-moi je n’ai pas bien saisi le sens de votre question », on dit : « Hein ? »."
-"C'est le Nord!"
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En gros a film about a high-rolling French man who gets his kicks with his buddies by inviting the stupidest person he meets to a weekly dinner. Whoever brings the most idiotic guest wins... until one day an idiot comes that is not so much as idiot as he thinks...
Some really quite funny scenes (better in original French with subtitles if French isn't your strong point), some involving adding vinegar to wine in order to trick a tax inspector, an obsession with match stick creations...
Quoteables
-"Il a une belle tête du vainqueur" - Reference used when they go hunting for the "idiots".
"-Il s'appelle Juste Leblanc.
-Ah bon, il n'a pas de prénom?
-Je viens de vous le dire Juste Leblanc... Votre prénom c'est François, c'est juste? Eh bien lui c'est pareil, c'est Juste."
Typical time travel, misplaced group of knights put in the 20th century. A re-make was done by Americans, Just Visiting, which follows about the same plot-line.
Quoteables
-"Je suis Godefroy Amaury De Malfète, comte de Montmirail, d’Apromont et de Papimcourt, fils d’Aldebert de Malfète et de Thibaude de Montfaucon... Je suis ton aieul."
-Et on lui pèlera le jonc comme au bailli du Limousin !
Qu’on a fendu un beau matin.
Qu’on a pendu ! Avec ses tripes !"
Jean du Jardin has become a household name since the Oscar's glorification of The Artist, but before Du Jardin was a grand actor, he as a comedian. From Un Gars et Une Fille to the movie Brice de Nice, he was never really that serious.
Brice de Nice, is just that, a 30 year old surfer from Nice named Brice who is constantly hunting the perfect "wave". However, he doesn't really KNOW how to surf since he lives in Nice where the waves are totally calm. Travelling around and finally ending up in a competition for surfing, there are endless, and really strange, references and jokes.
Casser
While there is not a specific quoteable, the most important concept is to understand "Cassée", literally, "broken". Brice de Nice constantly is able to basically pull out French versions of yo mama jokes, and when he wins, he swings his right arm from shoulder to crotch, in a cutting fashion, proving that you, indeed, have been "broken".
French people tend to do this everywhere, if you are proved wrong, "T'es cassé", if you are saying really stupid things, "cassé", Political pundants having a debate and one says something totally off-handed, "CASSE".
Voilà, that's the start to French culture.. of course there are more to come. American movies still are popular, but often under French names (ie: le sixième sens, le Projet Blair Witch, SOS Phantpmes (ghostbusters), etc)
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Saturday, April 21, 2012
Marché des Enfants Rouges
Thanks to a reference from a friend at my job- I found myself making the trek to the Filles du Calvaire metro stop for a Gastronomy adventure in Paris. Every large city has a public food market, Pikes place in Seattle, the Food Carts explosion in Portland... Paris was no exception as I soon discovered. Hidden off a decrepit street near the 3rd arrondissement in Paris, the marché is supposedly the oldest covered one in Paris if not the smallest. The best thing for a Saturday, we decided, to eat our way through the cultural goodness. Many stands are in the market, some selling the typical ingredients: fresh fruits, strong smelling fish, olive oils from the Southern regions. Not needing anything raw we opted to start our discovery with a farfella au poulet, or a sort of Morroccon stuffed pastry, a salted and yet sweet curried chicken meat stuffed into a soft pastry shell. As we snacked and shared we decided that Italian sounded promising as a decisive meal and we awaited our turn.
Already the Mangioitaliano had a load of great things on the menu- most of it variations of their home made pasta with a sauce. Bri ordered up an Osso Bucco with a home tagliatelle pasta, while I chose a simple pesto pasta. Sprinkling of fresh Parmesan and we were off... Amazingly a carafe of wine was very inexpensive at 9€ for 50cl- and we ate!
My pasta was an orecchiette, or those small eared pastas, tossed in what was most certainly a home made pesto, te tang and the red fruit wine quickly filled us as we munched down on the al dente homemade pasta.
There are other restaurants strewn about, Japanese, Marocaine, Sandwich Shop, African and some other little spots to takeaway.
A great Saturday to do, especially of museums are worn out and it's not quite nice enough for a Picnic in the Park. It's also nice to escape and eat around the works without even leaving Paris.
Already the Mangioitaliano had a load of great things on the menu- most of it variations of their home made pasta with a sauce. Bri ordered up an Osso Bucco with a home tagliatelle pasta, while I chose a simple pesto pasta. Sprinkling of fresh Parmesan and we were off... Amazingly a carafe of wine was very inexpensive at 9€ for 50cl- and we ate!
My pasta was an orecchiette, or those small eared pastas, tossed in what was most certainly a home made pesto, te tang and the red fruit wine quickly filled us as we munched down on the al dente homemade pasta.
There are other restaurants strewn about, Japanese, Marocaine, Sandwich Shop, African and some other little spots to takeaway.
A great Saturday to do, especially of museums are worn out and it's not quite nice enough for a Picnic in the Park. It's also nice to escape and eat around the works without even leaving Paris.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Morning Commute in Paris
Not necessarily the most fabulous nor glorious thing about living in the largest French metropolitan city, but something that- nonetheless- is inevitable. There's something oddly satisfying in the daily commute, either the bobbing mountains of heads, the endless relay of métro to bus to métro... the overwhelming whifts of human body odor, perfumes of every scent.
Mine is never dull, although most who come from large cities would disagree- I'm just not yet used to the hundreds of people trickling in and out of the public transportation; a sort of light hum and shuffle of the feet. My morning commute starts with the 2 minute walk to my bus stop.
Some people aren't so lucky.. but I take a few steps from my small Parisien studio and start off on bus 39 direction Gare de Paris. Everyone stands idly about waiting for the bus, either it's a rainy morning and we are all huddling uncomfortably under the small glass cover, or it's a sunny day and those who smoke are flicking ashes and butts into the street.
Shuffle shuffle shuffle. Beep.
On the bus. If I'm lucky I get a seat next to the window, if I'm sort of lucky I get to lean against the glass window and if I'm unlucky then I simply get a pole to grip on as the bus comes to startling halts and gos.
Step off at Duroc, head to the Métro. From this point we are all somewhat awake, but still heading towards the metro as if we are on autodrive- you know- those times that you are in your car and you are suddenly home with no recollection of how you got there?
In the metro, usually some odd smell and body heat... they are not air-conditioned in France so normally we are all pressed against the doors, hoping for the fresh air to pass through the high windows. The worst are the rush hours, people stuff into the cars impossibly fitting in until there is barely enough room to grip a bar or move.
Shuffle shuffle shuffle.
Leaving the metro with another group of individuals, mixed smells of shampoos, colognes, perfumes... we are all walking in sync heading down Boulevards, Rues..
I guess the morning commute is not Parisien, nor Lyonnais... nor New Yorkan or Portland(ish). It's simply the fact of living in another large metropolitan city.
Mine is never dull, although most who come from large cities would disagree- I'm just not yet used to the hundreds of people trickling in and out of the public transportation; a sort of light hum and shuffle of the feet. My morning commute starts with the 2 minute walk to my bus stop.
Some people aren't so lucky.. but I take a few steps from my small Parisien studio and start off on bus 39 direction Gare de Paris. Everyone stands idly about waiting for the bus, either it's a rainy morning and we are all huddling uncomfortably under the small glass cover, or it's a sunny day and those who smoke are flicking ashes and butts into the street.
Shuffle shuffle shuffle. Beep.
On the bus. If I'm lucky I get a seat next to the window, if I'm sort of lucky I get to lean against the glass window and if I'm unlucky then I simply get a pole to grip on as the bus comes to startling halts and gos.
Step off at Duroc, head to the Métro. From this point we are all somewhat awake, but still heading towards the metro as if we are on autodrive- you know- those times that you are in your car and you are suddenly home with no recollection of how you got there?
In the metro, usually some odd smell and body heat... they are not air-conditioned in France so normally we are all pressed against the doors, hoping for the fresh air to pass through the high windows. The worst are the rush hours, people stuff into the cars impossibly fitting in until there is barely enough room to grip a bar or move.
Shuffle shuffle shuffle.
Leaving the metro with another group of individuals, mixed smells of shampoos, colognes, perfumes... we are all walking in sync heading down Boulevards, Rues..
I guess the morning commute is not Parisien, nor Lyonnais... nor New Yorkan or Portland(ish). It's simply the fact of living in another large metropolitan city.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Advice: La Fourchette
This weekend was the best weekend of 2012- starting with a crêpe dinner and ending with a crispy chicken in a park next door.
However, I realized, talking to several close friends, many people don't even know what "La Fourchette" is, especially not tourists or newcomers to Paris.
La Fourchette (http://www.lafourchette.com) is a website that basically offers the function to reserve a table online, look at their menu/pricing and the best part- get a huge discount on a normally overpriced meal. From either the website or the iPhone application, reserving a table is super simple and the service is really quite unique. I've used the service about 5 times now in Paris.. and they were pretty fantastic restaurants.
This weekend I used it twice, once on Friday evening at a crêperie, basically a 15€ menu with aperitif, salty crêpe, sweet crêpe and the typically French 'cidre'.
Afterwards, Saturday night was the best deal- we decided to eat at a much fancier restaurant, just to have a little break from the cheap stuff, and so I was in charge of hunting around la Fourchette.
What I stumbled across was "La Millésimes" near the Montparnasse tower, an amazingly chic restaurant bustling with foreign and local individuals.
Normal menu averaged about 30€, we got the full entrée-plat-dessert deal for only 24€ and was the meal amazing. Starting with a delicately wrapped goat cheese with garden salad,
a polenta base with sautéed rougets filets,
and ending with the best lava cake I've ever eaten in my life... topped with a pistachio ice cream fait maison.
La Fourchette not only facilitates booking restaurants, it allows you to cancel, review the restaurant, search by type of food, read previous reviews, look at photos- an amazing service that didn't, unfortunately, exist in Lyon. Paris has hundreds if not thousands of restaurants that are signed up for La Fourchette, and unlike Groupon, the patrons and servers respect the clients from La Fourchette. I've never had a side look or a hesitation when I've booked through them, always treated with patience and care.
If you plan to move to Paris, already live in Paris, want to visit Paris- try La Fourchette to book your dinners and I guarantee you won't be disappointed.
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However, I realized, talking to several close friends, many people don't even know what "La Fourchette" is, especially not tourists or newcomers to Paris.
La Fourchette (http://www.lafourchette.com) is a website that basically offers the function to reserve a table online, look at their menu/pricing and the best part- get a huge discount on a normally overpriced meal. From either the website or the iPhone application, reserving a table is super simple and the service is really quite unique. I've used the service about 5 times now in Paris.. and they were pretty fantastic restaurants.
This weekend I used it twice, once on Friday evening at a crêperie, basically a 15€ menu with aperitif, salty crêpe, sweet crêpe and the typically French 'cidre'.
Afterwards, Saturday night was the best deal- we decided to eat at a much fancier restaurant, just to have a little break from the cheap stuff, and so I was in charge of hunting around la Fourchette.
What I stumbled across was "La Millésimes" near the Montparnasse tower, an amazingly chic restaurant bustling with foreign and local individuals.
Normal menu averaged about 30€, we got the full entrée-plat-dessert deal for only 24€ and was the meal amazing. Starting with a delicately wrapped goat cheese with garden salad,
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| My polenta and fish.. |
and ending with the best lava cake I've ever eaten in my life... topped with a pistachio ice cream fait maison.
La Fourchette not only facilitates booking restaurants, it allows you to cancel, review the restaurant, search by type of food, read previous reviews, look at photos- an amazing service that didn't, unfortunately, exist in Lyon. Paris has hundreds if not thousands of restaurants that are signed up for La Fourchette, and unlike Groupon, the patrons and servers respect the clients from La Fourchette. I've never had a side look or a hesitation when I've booked through them, always treated with patience and care.
If you plan to move to Paris, already live in Paris, want to visit Paris- try La Fourchette to book your dinners and I guarantee you won't be disappointed.
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Sunday, March 18, 2012
Real Tapas in Paris
Last weekend we were craving tapas, the sort that we remembered in Barcelona.. one day we were on vacation down south and went to a very local Tapas Joint in a small quarter of the city. One bottle of cava rosa, fried chorizo, fresh seafood, bocadillos smeared with a garlic and tomato spread, stuffed to the hilt with fresh Pork charcuterie.. That's what we were looking for.
We figured since Paris is so international there would have to be a tapas bar of quality in the area, and we were not wrong.
It happened on a sunny day, strolling around the 8th arrondissment and we spotted the tiny joint, covered by a plastic sheet, not too fancy but idealistic. El Cerventes was our going to spot and we called to make a reservation, already the home-style type, there is no fixed line. Cell phone direct, he said, "No way. We are booked up." Ah.
So to avoid the same problem we called on Wednesday to book for Saturday, and same thing, booked, at least 2 weeks in advance.. but come to the 2nd service and we'll find you a spot.
We arrived in the Paris rain, waiting just outside their plastic covered entrance. 10 minutes.
The best was walking in, the place could only seat maybe 30 people at most, and we were tucked away in the corner and began snapping off orders.
Chorizos Fritos
Pulpa Salada
Tortilla Patatas
Queso
Pan
Our two other friends ordered a main dish, a salmon and a large steak. Large is an understatement, it was massive. The salmon that perfect under cooked texture, moist and incredibly flavorful.
We ate and ate, it was amazing. The flavors were authentic, so spicy and yet well balanced. The queso manchego was exactly how I remember, that slight picanto taste, washed down with a sangria.
The best was the prices, four people ate at a price of only 56€ total.. and when I say ate, we were full and practically rolling back home.
So, if you want some authenticity and a little Espagnol escape, try:
El Cervantes
46 Rue Daubenton 75005
http://fr.nomao.com/2104005.html
But remember, call 2 weeks in advance... AND they do not accept cards, so pull out cash or get your check book ready.
Viva l'Espagna!
We figured since Paris is so international there would have to be a tapas bar of quality in the area, and we were not wrong.
It happened on a sunny day, strolling around the 8th arrondissment and we spotted the tiny joint, covered by a plastic sheet, not too fancy but idealistic. El Cerventes was our going to spot and we called to make a reservation, already the home-style type, there is no fixed line. Cell phone direct, he said, "No way. We are booked up." Ah.
So to avoid the same problem we called on Wednesday to book for Saturday, and same thing, booked, at least 2 weeks in advance.. but come to the 2nd service and we'll find you a spot.
We arrived in the Paris rain, waiting just outside their plastic covered entrance. 10 minutes.
The best was walking in, the place could only seat maybe 30 people at most, and we were tucked away in the corner and began snapping off orders.
Chorizos Fritos
Pulpa Salada
Tortilla Patatas
Queso
Pan
Our two other friends ordered a main dish, a salmon and a large steak. Large is an understatement, it was massive. The salmon that perfect under cooked texture, moist and incredibly flavorful.
We ate and ate, it was amazing. The flavors were authentic, so spicy and yet well balanced. The queso manchego was exactly how I remember, that slight picanto taste, washed down with a sangria.
The best was the prices, four people ate at a price of only 56€ total.. and when I say ate, we were full and practically rolling back home.
So, if you want some authenticity and a little Espagnol escape, try:
El Cervantes
46 Rue Daubenton 75005
http://fr.nomao.com/2104005.html
But remember, call 2 weeks in advance... AND they do not accept cards, so pull out cash or get your check book ready.
Viva l'Espagna!
Monday, March 12, 2012
The Little Things...
Recently I was just about to cross the street, it was around 9pm in the evening and Bri and I had ordered Chinese takeout. We stepped onto the street and noticed something very odd, the guy in front of us had whipped out his zizi and was taking a whizz, in plain public, on the crosswalk.
Now, I've seem some oddities in my life abroad, but this is probably a moment that took the cake. To have the balls (excuse the pun) to pee in public, and I mean, show the wares to everyone and everything...
It got me thinking... There have been many moments that I've said, that would never happen in the states. And thus, this blog is going to be dedicated to those little things that are just cultural.
Homeless Dudes and Cheap Wine
I remember back in the states, many of the Homeless people had cans of cheap PBR or even whisky or vodka. In France, these homeless, while 10x stinkier than in the states, are also a bit classier. I happen to observe the homeless around the city, instead of avoiding, and most of them tend to have a bottle of wine in their hands. How very French for the homeless people to get exceedingly drunk on a bottle of wine. Of course, glasses are not needed.
Teaching Kids to Pee on Walls
I actually wrote this down in my journal once, scribbled quickly as if I was shocked. Due to a lack of public, clean toilets, many people end up peeing in public (although rarely in cross-walks), and thus arrives the "teaching your child to pee in front of everyone on this very public wall" moment. The kid was maybe, 5 years old, mom huddled over showing him how to do his business.
The Soft Porn of Cheese
I watch a lot of French television, it tends to help me keep up my comprehension, plus dating a Senator's assistant means lots and lots of political news pundits. I always prepare myself mentally when the commercials come on, notably the cheese commercials. They always start the same, soft beating music lulling and enticing the audience to watch what's happening... suddently a hand reaches over to a cheese, Roquefort, Caprice de Dieu, St. Agur, slices a piece off and takes a bite. The minute the presumabely French person bites into the cheese, suddenly they are transported to a paradise... rain falls, and it seems as though they love it so much they could marry it. If you don't believe me: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7YEmgb7ZCWE
Seriously, he grips the wood as though eating St. Agur provides such an immense pleasure... total soft porn.
I think I could make a whole separate post on just marketing strategies in France.
Get In Line at 6pm For Baguettes
Without fail, I receive a text every night before I leave work from Bri, "Do we hav bread?" because he knows I forget. So as I haul my bag of work home, I end up in like at 6:20pm with all the other French after-work crowd. As addictive as cigarettes, the baguettes is an absolute requirement in order to eat any French meal. So there is always an insane line of at least 10 people, each one ordering the same or a variation,
Une baguette s'il vous plaît,
Une banette s'il vous plaît....
The line seems enormous, but it passes quickly and we all retreat home with a long and crispy baguette under our arms.
My Dog Poops EVERWHERE
I notice it more in Paris than I did in Lyon, but people let their dogs squat anywhere and let it loose, thus resulting in a sort of Indiana Jones commute to work. I feel like I'm avoiding piles of the stuff every day, luckily I always was the type to watch my feet... so mess avoided! I have yet to step in a pile of crap (knock on wood).
More to come...
Now, I've seem some oddities in my life abroad, but this is probably a moment that took the cake. To have the balls (excuse the pun) to pee in public, and I mean, show the wares to everyone and everything...
It got me thinking... There have been many moments that I've said, that would never happen in the states. And thus, this blog is going to be dedicated to those little things that are just cultural.
Homeless Dudes and Cheap Wine
I remember back in the states, many of the Homeless people had cans of cheap PBR or even whisky or vodka. In France, these homeless, while 10x stinkier than in the states, are also a bit classier. I happen to observe the homeless around the city, instead of avoiding, and most of them tend to have a bottle of wine in their hands. How very French for the homeless people to get exceedingly drunk on a bottle of wine. Of course, glasses are not needed.
Teaching Kids to Pee on Walls
I actually wrote this down in my journal once, scribbled quickly as if I was shocked. Due to a lack of public, clean toilets, many people end up peeing in public (although rarely in cross-walks), and thus arrives the "teaching your child to pee in front of everyone on this very public wall" moment. The kid was maybe, 5 years old, mom huddled over showing him how to do his business.
The Soft Porn of Cheese
I watch a lot of French television, it tends to help me keep up my comprehension, plus dating a Senator's assistant means lots and lots of political news pundits. I always prepare myself mentally when the commercials come on, notably the cheese commercials. They always start the same, soft beating music lulling and enticing the audience to watch what's happening... suddently a hand reaches over to a cheese, Roquefort, Caprice de Dieu, St. Agur, slices a piece off and takes a bite. The minute the presumabely French person bites into the cheese, suddenly they are transported to a paradise... rain falls, and it seems as though they love it so much they could marry it. If you don't believe me: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7YEmgb7ZCWE
Seriously, he grips the wood as though eating St. Agur provides such an immense pleasure... total soft porn.
I think I could make a whole separate post on just marketing strategies in France.
Get In Line at 6pm For Baguettes
Without fail, I receive a text every night before I leave work from Bri, "Do we hav bread?" because he knows I forget. So as I haul my bag of work home, I end up in like at 6:20pm with all the other French after-work crowd. As addictive as cigarettes, the baguettes is an absolute requirement in order to eat any French meal. So there is always an insane line of at least 10 people, each one ordering the same or a variation,
Une baguette s'il vous plaît,
Une banette s'il vous plaît....
The line seems enormous, but it passes quickly and we all retreat home with a long and crispy baguette under our arms.
My Dog Poops EVERWHERE
I notice it more in Paris than I did in Lyon, but people let their dogs squat anywhere and let it loose, thus resulting in a sort of Indiana Jones commute to work. I feel like I'm avoiding piles of the stuff every day, luckily I always was the type to watch my feet... so mess avoided! I have yet to step in a pile of crap (knock on wood).
More to come...
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Advice: Buying Groceries Online
Alright, so we are not all novice-internet users, so I imagine you've already heard of the fabulous services proposed everywhere around Paris. "Retirer vos courses!, Achetez en avance!"
I never saw so many proposed services in Lyon and so I immediately decided to try a nifty service offered by Monoprix, a large grocery chain in France, which enables you to purchase online and then pick-up in the store.
I decided to avoid the surcharge and costs associated with delivery and opt for the retrait courses service offered for FREE from 30€ worth of groceries.
So basically it all starts from their website: http://courses.monoprix.fr/ where you create a user login and pick the magasin de retrait close to your area. Since I'm near Cambronne in the 15th, I was lucky to get one 1/2 mile from my home.
Most all the products I use are on the site, conveniently located down the e-aisles, much like any online service. I created a list and just starting saving away, quickly adding up all the groceries and compiling 35€ worth of food to pick up on a Tuesday night after work.
Next, you pay, just like any service a little area to pop in a debit card, and *poof* there is even an option to replace any item unavailable with the next best thing, which I chose not too.
Two days later you show up in the store, head to the "retrait courses" telephone box and press the button. Name, order number, and while you watch the painstakingly long line in the evening hours, the groceries show up within 10 minutes ready to be taken away. Sign on the dotted line, head home within 10 minutes.
The benefits are obvious, but to list a few:
I never saw so many proposed services in Lyon and so I immediately decided to try a nifty service offered by Monoprix, a large grocery chain in France, which enables you to purchase online and then pick-up in the store.
I decided to avoid the surcharge and costs associated with delivery and opt for the retrait courses service offered for FREE from 30€ worth of groceries.
So basically it all starts from their website: http://courses.monoprix.fr/ where you create a user login and pick the magasin de retrait close to your area. Since I'm near Cambronne in the 15th, I was lucky to get one 1/2 mile from my home.
Most all the products I use are on the site, conveniently located down the e-aisles, much like any online service. I created a list and just starting saving away, quickly adding up all the groceries and compiling 35€ worth of food to pick up on a Tuesday night after work.
Next, you pay, just like any service a little area to pop in a debit card, and *poof* there is even an option to replace any item unavailable with the next best thing, which I chose not too.
Two days later you show up in the store, head to the "retrait courses" telephone box and press the button. Name, order number, and while you watch the painstakingly long line in the evening hours, the groceries show up within 10 minutes ready to be taken away. Sign on the dotted line, head home within 10 minutes.
The benefits are obvious, but to list a few:
- Weekends not being spent hauling groceries and waltzing around the store
- Extra "chocolate" doesn't suddenly get bought
- More points are available on online products, so I've been able to get 5€ off on groceries after a few purchases
- Easy to keep track of consumption times (to know when to order things)
I believe many of the other grocery stores offer the same type of service, but it depends on the area you are located.
I still recommend Boucheries for meat products, simply for the quality.
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Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Cupcakes in Paris: What a Fad
Fad or fade in French (same pronunciation). Actually that word means boring in French, but the word in French that typically fits into our American concept would be la mode or une tendance. So what is up with all this tendance around the word cupcake?
Recently I was watching a reportage on M6 discussing the explosion of American bakeries around Paris. I decided to do a bit of investigation and try to list out some of these cupcake houses by arrondisement, but then got carried into a whole new domain.
According to the French a cupcake is:
Recently I was watching a reportage on M6 discussing the explosion of American bakeries around Paris. I decided to do a bit of investigation and try to list out some of these cupcake houses by arrondisement, but then got carried into a whole new domain.
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| le cupcake |
- A masculine noun (meaning starts with "le" or "un")
- Une tendance du moment (the current fad)
- Comes from any Anglo-Saxon country, but usually America
- Called "Fairy Cakes" in Britain (who knew?)
- Called "cup cakes" due to the fact we use a "cup measure" to make them and they are the size of a tasse
- Popular for tea parties, weddings, birthdays, baptisms and birthdays
- An art in pastry-making that allows for ANY kind of cupcake and flavor (toujours sucré)
According to Americans, a cupcake is:
- Traced back to 1796
- Small individual cakes designed for one person
- Becoming more a trend as years go on
Now, I am used to the whole cupcake frenzy, when I was working at the Children's Museum in Portland we had lots of fancy fundraising events, the start was usually Cupcake Jones, a luxury cupcakery that sells 12 of little mini fancy cakes at 16.50$ a pop.
That whole upscale pricing has caught onto the explosion of Cupcake shops in Paris. It's become such a fad that Parisiens are even dishing out piles of cash for the tools and classes.
Fait Maison, les Kits Cupcakes
For example, Made in Cupcake offers cupcake making kits at a price of 13€. Some searches can show kits selling at even higher prices, such as the Sibo Sibon kits selling at 27€ for the cupcake papers, coloring kit and some sprinkles... things I used to buy at the dollar store in the States.
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| Kit Cupcake, 27€ Sibo Sibon |
The most shocking seems to be the ateliers created by pastry makers in Paris to teach the common house wife, girlfriend, loving boyfriend or die-hard Ameriphile how to create little masterful cupcakes. L'Atelier des Gateâux charges about 45€ for a cupcake making course, and in the end you can take home a little box of your masterful creations... about 7 cupcakes designed and made by yourself.
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| Thanksgiving Store: Chocolate Kit, 5€ |
Gone are the days when I bought a box of quick-mix, threw in some veggie oil, water and eggs and scooped the mixture into mini cake pans.. this is a whole new level of fancy that I never even knew existed.
Some of my favorite flavors I've discovered (from Scarlett's Bakery):
- Tiramisu: Coffee flavored, cream cheese topping
- Pistache: Pistachio flavored, cream cheese topping
- Citron Meringué: Vanilla bean base, meringue topping
- Red Velvet: Red velvet cake base, cream cheese frosting
Now onto some addresses:
23 Rue Rambuteau, 75004 Paris
Established in 1988, several great reviews
Synie's Cupcakes23 Rue de l'Abbé Grégoire, 75006 Paris
Open Tuesday to Saturday 11am to 8pm
Cupcakes and co16 Rue des Tournelles, 75004 Paris
3,50€ a cupcake, open Tuesday to Sunday 11am to 7pm
Miss Cupcake22 rue la Vieuville, 75018 Paris
4€ a cupcake, considered pretty expensive and reviews not too hot
L'Atelier des Gâteaux23 Rue de l'Abbé Grégoire, 75006 Paris
Open odd hours, 2:30 to 6:30pm Thursday through Saturday, 3,50€ a cupcake
154 Rue Saint-Honoré, 75001 Paris
Open every day 11:30 to 8:30pm
Sugarplum Cake Shop68 Rue du Cardinal Lemoine, 75005 Paris
Great American café feel, unlimited drip coffee and CARROT CAKE
Can you think of any others...?
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