Francophonie
With thanks to Mimi in NY (my apologies, but my absolute bone-idleness means I've yet to figure out how to link within posts so please see links column) for reassuring me about my passport issues- one is going to Paris!
About two years ago I spent a year in France getting to grips with my French; it turned out that while I could have a detailed conversation about the environment Francais and the government's foreign policy, I couldn't get a cooked piece of meat for love nor money. I have, however, overcome that slight quirk- quand en France je suis une vegetarienne, c'etait plus facile- and am hugely excited about this impending jaunt.
I've never been to Paris. Ruon, yes; Nice, yes; Lille, yes; but never Paris. I have extensive plans for this five day visit, and may never come back- possible hypothermia not withstanding, how could I not love the idea of a place that has been described like the following;-
"Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine.. London is a teenager, an urchin, and, in this, hasn't changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman."
"In Paris, you learn wit, in London you learn to crush your social rivals, and in Florence you learn poise."
- Poise?
It looks like Florence is next on the list. A future of mini-breaks looms ahead of me- I also sewed* up a hole in my gloves, ironed a skirt and went food shopping this morning; 2006, year of impending domesticity.
*Which resulted in widescale sniggering, and threats about future gifts- a thimble, anybody?
About two years ago I spent a year in France getting to grips with my French; it turned out that while I could have a detailed conversation about the environment Francais and the government's foreign policy, I couldn't get a cooked piece of meat for love nor money. I have, however, overcome that slight quirk- quand en France je suis une vegetarienne, c'etait plus facile- and am hugely excited about this impending jaunt.
I've never been to Paris. Ruon, yes; Nice, yes; Lille, yes; but never Paris. I have extensive plans for this five day visit, and may never come back- possible hypothermia not withstanding, how could I not love the idea of a place that has been described like the following;-
"Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine.. London is a teenager, an urchin, and, in this, hasn't changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman."
"In Paris, you learn wit, in London you learn to crush your social rivals, and in Florence you learn poise."
- Poise?
It looks like Florence is next on the list. A future of mini-breaks looms ahead of me- I also sewed* up a hole in my gloves, ironed a skirt and went food shopping this morning; 2006, year of impending domesticity.
*Which resulted in widescale sniggering, and threats about future gifts- a thimble, anybody?
posted by Imogen @ 12:58 pm
4 Comments:
At 02 January, 2006 14:42 ,
Snooze said...
Enjoy Paris! Enjoy the Parisian men. The domestic bout is fitting as you can't wander the streets of Paris with a hole in your glove.
At 02 January, 2006 18:16 ,
Tabby Rabbit said...
Ahh, yes. Parisien men, *sigh* (goes off into a daydream).
On the fashion side: watch out on the underground system if you have a low-ish cut top on, keep covered up or expect a great deal of comments/leering looks.
Amusez-vous / enjoy!
At 02 January, 2006 22:14 ,
Fuckkit said...
Linking in posts is the same as links in the sidebar m'dear. Use the < a href.... tag.
And this concludes todays lesson :)
At 03 January, 2006 19:46 ,
Inexplicable DeVice said...
When you do learn to link, you'll positively scream like a banshee! I did. Although the excitement soon wore off... I've only linked two things...
WV: ppbzb = pp Beelzebub. I quite often get this on the bottom of its letters to me.
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