Carottes Rapés
One of the biggest culture shocks I find is at the super marché. It’s always an adventure and a learning experience each time I go in.  When buying butter, for example, I picked up something that looked and felt like butter but ended up being some form of hard oil/lard. Also surce poudre is granulated sugar not  powdered. Its a good laugh at the end of the day!

Carottes Rapés

photo by: a50lbwardrobe
One of the biggest culture shocks I find is at the super marché. It’s always an adventure and a learning experience each time I go in.  When buying butter, for example, I picked up something that looked and felt like butter but ended up being some form of hard oil/lard. Also surce poudre is granulated sugar not  powdered. Its a good laugh at the end of the day!

Vintage Vernissage

photo by: a50lbwardrobeTunic: (fabulously thrifted), haute couture (aka had sewn) from the 1960’s

Leotard: Nordstrom

Leggings: INC

Accessories: keeping with the pearl and shiny theme from the tunic: pearl earrings, (thrifted) pearl&rhinestone bracelet, citrine ring.

Why: Going to 90-year-old, Shirley Jaffe ’s exhibition, “seeing”. Which runs through March 2, 2013, click here for details.  A a cold but lovely night in January looking at art, sipping wine and socializing in Paris!

Vocabulary

photo by: a50lbwardrobe
Like every language,  French has its challenges. For example verre, vert and vers all sound the same but mean totally different things.  Context clues help…sometimes. I had a technician come to my studio to do some technical things. He kept asking me something about the cave. A bit puzzled, I told him to come with me and took him to the wine shop (it was a Friday afternoon after all). After five minutes of completely confusing the poor men at the cave and myself; he chuckled and said not this cave but my cave.  I followed him as he went towards the basement.

Cave also means basement.

Winter déjà vu.

Everyone in Paris thought spring was here. We finally saw the sun after it went into hibernation for 3 ½ months. But mother nature had different plans for Paris. I woke up to this lovely view Friday. I don’t mind snow, I love it. But the freezing winds I could do without and forces me to ride the metro rather than walking, enjoying the streets of Paris.   Looks like I’ll be washing my wool stockings pronto! 

Winter déjà vu.

photo by: a50lbwardrobeEveryone in Paris thought spring was here. We finally saw the sun after it went into hibernation for 3 ½ months. But mother nature had different plans for Paris. I woke up to this lovely view Friday. I don’t mind snow, I love it. But the freezing winds I could do without and forces me to ride the metro rather than walking, enjoying the streets of Paris.   Looks like I’ll be washing my wool stockings pronto!

Le Café.   

A popular thing to do (before its acceptable to drink wine) is to sit at a café and have an espresso. This daily ritual is about people watching, conversations with the bartender, catching up with a friend…not about the actual product (see picture).  Don’t be fooled by their impressive machines. If you are a coffee connoisseur I’d recommend the following for excellent coffee:

  •  This place is my favorite. Come for a café emporter or stay for le brunch, everything here is amazing.   Exceptional coffee, food, people and atmosphere. 
  •  This place feels like you’re in your American college town coffee shop, everyone is typing away on their laptops with the Sacré Cœur in view.   
  • Other places are here and there

Le Café.

photo by: a50lbwardrobeA popular thing to do (before its acceptable to drink wine) is to sit at a café and have an espresso. This daily ritual is about people watching, conversations with the bartender, catching up with a friend…not about the actual product (see picture).  Don’t be fooled by their impressive machines. If you are a coffee connoisseur I’d recommend the following for excellent coffee:

  •  This place is my favorite. Come for a café emporter or stay for le brunch, everything here is amazing.   Exceptional coffee, food, people and atmosphere.
  •  This place feels like you’re in your American college town coffee shop, everyone is typing away on their laptops with the Sacré Cœur in view.
  • Other places are here and there.

Midnight in Paris

photo by: a50lbwardrobeEveryone conjures up their own image of Paris. My idea of Paris changed month by moth, at first.  Paris is both a metropolis city and a small town.  The intimacy of Paris takes time to be revealed.  Walking next to monument after monument is remarkable, but relationships with your boulanger, cave and fromager are the real charm of this place. I’m now known on my petit rue as “Kansas”.   I’m settling into my new life.