November 2007
14 posts
My life sucks right now.
Oil spill
Going to the Bulb each morning is a mixed feeling affair right now. I am happy as always, but seeing the water makes me sad. The texture of the Bay has completely changed. The oil left on the rocks is a constant reminder of how fragile everything is.
Erin McKeown is incredible live. Her sparkling eyes made it seem as if she was singing directly to you.
I really miss Paris. It feels a little strange here.
Le Musée d'Orsay
Le Musée d’Orsay is awesome. So many paintings to love and the space is fantastic. I could spend much more time there. Oh, and Eugène Carrière is a god.
Happiness is watching a friend laugh unabashedly at a stupid trick you performed for her. She is still a child inside, indeed.
Le Louvre
Le Louvre—incredible but totally overwhelming. Being trapped in Cour Puget and Cour Marly was what a panic attack must feels like. I was never so happy to leave a building. The favorite part of the museum was the French paintings on the second floor of the Sully wing. Ones I loved: Madame Charles-Louis Trudaine, Jacques-Louis David Jeune fille en buste, Baron Pierre-Narcisse Guerin Le triomphe du...
The pastries are good but haven’t blown my mind yet. The baguettes are well, baguettes. I already drink good French wine at home. But the cheese. The cheese! Why can’t we get fromage au lait cru?
The number 14
The number 14 line is newer than the rest in Paris. Walk all the way to the front of the train and you’ll feel like you’re on an amusement park ride. I smiled all the way. Brilliant suggestion, Séverine.
French train stations play the worst American music from the 80s.
Back in Paris
Without fail, the French public transportation proved to be interesting. My train was overbooked and I had to stand for the last hour and half on the ride back from Geneva this morning. It’s OK, I was still high on my experience from Chamonix. Lunch was salade de saumon fumé with a nice glass of Bordeaux near Gare de Lyon. Parisian cafes are an infinite source of fun and people watching...
Happiness is waking up with a view of sunrise on Mont Blanc from my bed while staying at a chalet in Les Frasserand in Chamonix. Then having the most fabulous cheeses and wine and company. Merci beaucoup, Nathalie, Michel, et Michèle.
Happiness is looking down at rue de la Roquette and hearing the sounds of the street echoing up while you’re hanging out in an amazing friend’s flat.