"You go your way, and I'll go mine." I'm too afraid to say outloud.
It's Healing Time.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Life and Music at Marche Aux Puces
"It's interesting that two men would want to go to the flea market on the weekend, isn't it?" I ask my friend Ana-Maria as we get out of the car and follow Jean and Jacques down the alley leading towards the market.
"Yes, isn't it wonderful?" Ana replies.
"They're attractive, and they're not gay." I add, "I think it's just because they are French." Why else would two straight men have plans of going to the flea market on a Sunday afternoon? It must be because they're French. My mind tries to rests with that thought.
"What did you want to buy here?" I ask Jean, still curious about why we are here.
"Oh, eats because I think Jacques wants to buy some-sing." he replies in English with the French accent I love.
"What does Jacques want to buy here?" I whisper to Ana-Maria.
"Oh, I think we are here because Jean wanted to come." She replies.
Sometimes in life, the reasons don't really matter, and the point is to enjoy the moment, I remind myself.
The thought reminds me of this video: Life and Music
Enjoying Life and Music in the sunshine at Marche Aux Puces
Another wonderful Sunday afternoon in Paris. I'm beginning to wonder how long my rose-colored Parisian glasses are going to last. For now, lets just keep dancing.
"Yes, isn't it wonderful?" Ana replies.
"They're attractive, and they're not gay." I add, "I think it's just because they are French." Why else would two straight men have plans of going to the flea market on a Sunday afternoon? It must be because they're French. My mind tries to rests with that thought.
"What did you want to buy here?" I ask Jean, still curious about why we are here.
"Oh, eats because I think Jacques wants to buy some-sing." he replies in English with the French accent I love.
"What does Jacques want to buy here?" I whisper to Ana-Maria.
"Oh, I think we are here because Jean wanted to come." She replies.
Sometimes in life, the reasons don't really matter, and the point is to enjoy the moment, I remind myself.
The thought reminds me of this video: Life and Music
Enjoying Life and Music in the sunshine at Marche Aux Puces
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| Marche Aux Puces , Paris |
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| Life and Music with Jean |
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| In Life we are supposed to dance! Even if it's in the middle of a flea market. |
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| Jean and Ana-Maria |
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| Who care's why we're here. The day was perfect. (Ana, Jean and Jacques) |
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| Florence and Ana-Maria |
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| Just Dance! |
Another wonderful Sunday afternoon in Paris. I'm beginning to wonder how long my rose-colored Parisian glasses are going to last. For now, lets just keep dancing.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Saying A Revoir to Mike
"You remember Mike?" my French friend Florence tells me in a phone conversation early this morning.
"Hmm, Mike, Michel?, Michael?, Mike? uh No." I reply.
"Mike from a few Sundays ago? Remember?" she asks as if I can remember a few Sundays back, which I cannot.
"No." I reply.
"Ah, oh la-la!? Well, anyway he's leaving and he's having a party. We want you to come! There will be mostly French people, and a few Americans, but you must practice your French!" She says in perfect English with her usual French accent.
"Alright, I'll be there, I'm sure I'm going to miss him when he leaves. What shall I bring?", I ask.
"Ah, just a bottle of wine, if you like.", she replied.
The party was an interesting mix of all the wonderful people you find in Paris, each with unique backgrounds, cultures, occupations, hobbies and experiences to share.
Eventually I remembered Mike, and he will be missed, but he'll be back as usual, for his 11th year, next year.
"Hmm, Mike, Michel?, Michael?, Mike? uh No." I reply.
"Mike from a few Sundays ago? Remember?" she asks as if I can remember a few Sundays back, which I cannot.
"No." I reply.
"Ah, oh la-la!? Well, anyway he's leaving and he's having a party. We want you to come! There will be mostly French people, and a few Americans, but you must practice your French!" She says in perfect English with her usual French accent.
"Alright, I'll be there, I'm sure I'm going to miss him when he leaves. What shall I bring?", I ask.
"Ah, just a bottle of wine, if you like.", she replied.
The party was an interesting mix of all the wonderful people you find in Paris, each with unique backgrounds, cultures, occupations, hobbies and experiences to share.
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| Florence and Florence |
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| Mike (seated) and Didier |
"Ah, yes. I remember Mike"
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| Mike, (his French friend), Florence and her boyfriend |
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| Mike's Guests: French, American, German, and African. |
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| The View: Modern Parisian Rooftops |
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| A Few New Friends |
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| French girl eats, and doesn't get fat! |
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| French girl drinks and still doesn't get fat. |
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| Watching the Sunset over the horizon |
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| Another wonderful evening in Paris |
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| Florence and Florence |
Eventually I remembered Mike, and he will be missed, but he'll be back as usual, for his 11th year, next year.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Just Dessert
How could I forget to post the most important photos of any breakfast, lunch or dinner in Paris?
Dessert of Course.
(Hmm, I wonder if it would be a worthy project to sample, photograph and blog about just desserts of Paris. It would take a lifetime, but could be a worth project.
From last week, here's our photos of Dessert at Bar du Central, which is always a treat on a Sunday afternoon or any day for that matter.
Bar du Central in the 7th Arrondissement, is one of my favorite little cozy places at 99 rue St Dominique. The wait staff are super friendly, portions are (in my opinion) pretty large, and every dish I've had so far, which is nearly every Sunday, has been wonderful.
Bon Appite, if you ever go!
Dessert of Course.
(Hmm, I wonder if it would be a worthy project to sample, photograph and blog about just desserts of Paris. It would take a lifetime, but could be a worth project.
From last week, here's our photos of Dessert at Bar du Central, which is always a treat on a Sunday afternoon or any day for that matter.
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| Creme Brulee |
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| Cafe Gourmand |
Bon Appite, if you ever go!
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
A Confession
"Eat's Im-pos-e-blah, that you don't have a lover in your life!?" my friend exclaims as if I made a confession I was raised in a Cambodian orphanage.
I've wasted time on Love, I confessed, and I lie. I lie to myself about the illusions of Love that come my way.
Today I've decided to post my confession.
My confession is: I lie.
I only lied to myself this time...
"People don't believe lies because they have to,
but because they want to." - a quote
I wanted to, at the time.
Now I realize, the worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves.
This song is dedicated to my lies.
I've wasted time on Love, I confessed, and I lie. I lie to myself about the illusions of Love that come my way.
Today I've decided to post my confession.
My confession is: I lie.
I only lied to myself this time...
"People don't believe lies because they have to,
but because they want to." - a quote
I wanted to, at the time.
Now I realize, the worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves.
This song is dedicated to my lies.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
My Best Kept Secret -- Bar du Central
Almost every Sunday after church, (it's become somewhat of a ritual) we get together to talk about our life issues, goals, hopes, dreams, (men) and plans for the future. One of our favorite places to eat is Bar du Central (Just around the corner from the American Church in Paris...and always open for a late lunch after the 1:30 Service).
We're still counting down Chef Robbin's last few days (2) remaining in Paris.
Bar du Central is one of my "Best Kept Secrets" of a Sunday Afternoon.
We're still counting down Chef Robbin's last few days (2) remaining in Paris.
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| "Cheers, to Beginning a New Chapter Soon!" |
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| Florence and Chef Robbin |
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| One of my Favorite things to do in Paris, and Bar du Central is one of the best places to do it. |
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| I was craving chicken. This was better than I expected. |
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| "Delicious!" said Chef Robbin. |
Friday, July 22, 2011
A Floating Island and Mousse au Chocolate
"You have to try it." Chef Robbin insisted, before taking a spoonful of her dessert.
"What is it?", I asked having no idea if it were ice cream, whipped cream, or a lump of frosting.
"It's Ile Flottante, also called Floating Island." Robbin explained with a smile of amusement that I had never heard of this French dessert made from whipped egg whites.
"I can never get past Mousse au Chocolate", when I see it on the dessert menu, I confessed.
After returning home, I researched the recipe and found this one to share, just in case you can't come to Paris and try this wonderful dessert for yourself:
http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ina-garten/ile-flottante-recipe/index.html
If you're like me and cannot resist Mousse au Chocolate, here's the perfect recipe:
http://www.davidlebovitz.com/2008/05/perfect-chocola/
Counting down the days until Robbin returns to the States next Tuesday, what better way to spend the afternoon than over dessert?
"What is it?", I asked having no idea if it were ice cream, whipped cream, or a lump of frosting.
"It's Ile Flottante, also called Floating Island." Robbin explained with a smile of amusement that I had never heard of this French dessert made from whipped egg whites.
"I can never get past Mousse au Chocolate", when I see it on the dessert menu, I confessed.
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| Chef Robbin (as I like to call her) and Dessert |
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| Mousse au Chocolate and Ile Flottante |
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| Me (my hand is still bandaged from falling, but I can still hold a spoon) and Dessert |
http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ina-garten/ile-flottante-recipe/index.html
If you're like me and cannot resist Mousse au Chocolate, here's the perfect recipe:
http://www.davidlebovitz.com/2008/05/perfect-chocola/
Counting down the days until Robbin returns to the States next Tuesday, what better way to spend the afternoon than over dessert?
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