August 20, 2008 at 3:52 pm (my musings)
Tags: all, daily life, europe, Life, musings, nature, New Cultures, observations, opinion, paris, summer '08, Random, thoughts, Travel, world
I’ve always treasured the way Central Park affords you the ability to abandon the grim, relentless city that New York can oftentimes be and, within mere seconds, be transported into a garden oasis of sorts. I have found the same thing in Paris, broken up into a collection of Parks, Gardens, and Squares throughout the city. Made for real life, these gardens can house everything from ping pong tables and lounge chairs to playgrounds and fountains with sculptures. You happen upon them in the most unlikely of places and they’re one of the FEW places that eating away from the table is not looked down on in French culture. In fact, it’s ENCOURAGED. The picnic sur l’herbe is practically mandatory when the weather is agreeable (which is not that often, mind you).
They say it’s the one we love that we hurt. So since I’m usually bitching about Paris, I figured I’d let you see some of what I LOVE about it (so much so that FOUR of the last twelve months of my life were spent there). Enjoy!
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August 16, 2008 at 10:44 pm (essays)
Tags: all, commentary, dialy life, europe, Humor, Life, lifestyle, musings, observations, opinion, paris, summer '08, Random, relationships, society, thoughts, Travel
PUTE! PUTE! The words spat out with such intense force and ferocity. Nosey by nature, I perked up to see where they were they coming from and to try and lay eyes on their intended recipient. I didn’t have to wait long to discover the author of the unpleasantries – I saw him from a distance, walking purposefully up the street in my direction. It was a homeless man whom we will heretofore refer to as “The Boss”. Pink faced and dressed in all black, he was fairly unremarkable except for the beach hat. Cream colored with stripes of tan, brown, orange and red and flipped up on all sides, it solidified the character for me. I watched him walk down the opposite side of the street until he was out of sight, then reappeared a few seconds later on my side, busily hurling his incomprehensible insults at an unseen victim.
I popped the collar on my H&M jean jacket and wrapped it tightly around my neck. It was getting REALLY cold. From my perch in front of the Monoprix market on one of those little cylinder shaped concrete phallic symbols , I stretched my nosey neck to try and figure out this riddle.
click to sleuth with me
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Homeless Turfwar
August 16, 2008 at 10:44 pm (essays)
Tags: all, commentary, dialy life, europe, Humor, Life, lifestyle, musings, observations, opinion, paris, summer '08, Random, relationships, society, thoughts, Travel
PUTE! PUTE! The words spat out with such intense force and ferocity. Nosey by nature, I perked up to see where they were they coming from and to try and lay eyes on their intended recipient. I didn’t have to wait long to discover the author of the unpleasantries – I saw him from a distance, walking purposefully up the street in my direction. It was a homeless man whom we will heretofore refer to as “The Boss”. Pink faced and dressed in all black, he was fairly unremarkable except for the beach hat. Cream colored with stripes of tan, brown, orange and red and flipped up on all sides, it solidified the character for me. I watched him walk down the opposite side of the street until he was out of sight, then reappeared a few seconds later on my side, busily hurling his incomprehensible insults at an unseen victim.
I popped the collar on my H&M jean jacket and wrapped it tightly around my neck. It was getting REALLY cold. From my perch in front of the Monoprix market on one of those little cylinder shaped concrete phallic symbols , I stretched my nosey neck to try and figure out this riddle.
click to sleuth with me
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