One of the first things you’ll notice is thousands of bicycles propped and locked up along the canals’ guard rails. Practically everyone in Amsterdam gets around by bike. So in the words of popular kids in high schools everywhere: everyone is doing it, and YES, you should, too.
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It is the kind of place that I hate to tell others about but are too good not to share: Le Salon du Cinéma du Panthéon in Paris. Merci mille fois, Roger, for showing me this little gem! Continue reading “Meal, Drinks and a Movie: Le Salon du Cinéma du Panthéon, Paris”
Swirl, swirl, swig. My head hung down, I looked deep into my merlot. The late summer sun gave way to the lovely, lonely yellowish cast of street lamps. I sat hunched over, with my elbows on my knees, my fluted glass resting in my fingertips. I was still at the terrasse, and still drinking wine. Most people who noticed me, if anyone, surely thought I’d had one goblet too many. But I wasn’t drunk, I was tired.
I’m so fricking tired of not understanding anything! At best I vaguely get the gist of what’s being said. Especially if spoken at the usual Paris speed, which is to say, reallyfastyouthinktheyweren’tbreathing fast. And if it’s past 8 at night – whew, forget about it. It takes so much energy. I’m so frustrated by not being able to say simple things to strangers without great effort, or to tell my friends a story, or tell them a joke without having to explain why it’s funny. Gr. Sigh. Continue reading “When You’re Tired of Speaking French, Go to Jim’s”
Bikes and sharing. Two things I love, and two things that could be perfect together, especially in summertime Paris.
Continue reading “What You Need to Know About Vélib, Paris’ public bike share”
