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Thursday, October 28, 2010

Saperlipoppette!

Saperlipoppette! My new favorite word in the French language. A fabulous word! Yell it out! YELL it! It gives off every sentiment you could imagine, depending on your tone. Versatile, fun to say, best. word. ever. Never mind that it was popular during the days of Beauty and Beast, during the 17th and 18th centuries - its old news I don't belong in the 2000s! I use it all the time. I usually yell it if I stub my toe because in my mind, it gives off that exact sentiment. I use it in moments of extreme frustration. I use it in place of moments that require my infamous wompwomp.
Never mind that I get laughed on all the time on metros for using it - it helps make friends? Never mind my French friends think its hilarious. Never mind the literal translation...

saperlipopette: french interjection; goodness me!, fiddlesticks!, woopsy-daisy
Pronounced: Sah-pear-lee-po-pette! And if you're really passionate, add an euh to the end. 
Sa-per-li-po-pettt-euh!!!!! Never mind the literal translation. Its still my favorite word. And Paris get ready...its making a come-back!

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Dating in Paris 101 and the Spoils of War!


If you decide to date in France there are 10 crucial things about which you must be aware.

1. If a Frenchman asks for your number, he will call you. Its not a matter of politeness, he will call. True fact. You don't need to wonder, or wait by the phone, if he asks for your number he plans on calling you the next day. Or the next hour. If you don't want to hear from him, don't give your number.  Be prepared to have to answer why. Being blunt is ok. An "I won't respond to you" will do it. He might try and convince you anyways. But if you want him to have your number, he'll use it. This is always true.

2. The first date is the first date in a long term relationship. Re-read it again. You probably have to.  I did. You might be thinking, "how could this be? That doesn't make any sense? What if you don't like the person?" Well, as it turns out with most things French, this way is better. There is no room for games, or anticipation, we americans can't fathom it because its too simple for us. The United States culture makes us grow up with the notion of having to "experience different people," "search for the one," even if we are happy with the person we are with at the present moment. We are always looking. Not here! If someone makes you happy, c'est tout! Thats it! You are dating. And I suppose the question is, why not? Why do we always have to be looking? It is what it is. When you don't want to date the person anymore, you just stop calling. Call it stupid all you want, but in actuality its simple, straight forward, and honest.

3. The "talks" that every girl hates, anticipates, and initiates, are non-existant. So don't ask questions. Just go with the flow. If you do, you'll be wined and dined, and who doesn't want that? The truth is, since no "talk" happens, it is possible, in theory to date more than one person. What usually ends up happening, though, is by some point, you spend too much time with one person to see anyone else.

Inevitably, he'll introduce you as "son copine," his girlfriend, as opposed to "une copine," a friend. Or, you'll get introduced as "son amour," his love, which is invariably somewhere in-between the two, like a friend with benefits. Literally - his love(r). I promise, at some point, you'll get called all three. And then you'll know! Or just ask. But they'll think its weird.

When in doubt, ask to meet the friends. This is all very clear to the French girls. I don't know how. They never wonder about relationship statuses!

4. The French don't have a term for "dating" or for "hooking-up..." not even in slang. This is very much in conjunction with #3, but the moral is to not label anything in front of the French. Save terms for your american friends, or be prepared to either be laughed at, or be looked at in disbelief of the complexity of the american dating scene.

5. Many men, due to the wonderful films released at home (sarcasm noted) believe all american girls are from the movies and immediately decide that we are easy. This is a constant war. If you prove you are not easy (unlike so many), you will land a keeper. Sometimes it takes the guys a little while to figure you out. In the meantime, the road to proving this is war. And war is war. Though you'll probably end up winning the war in the end, don't forget to win each battle because the spoils are the best - even if they're a secret. A scarf, a t-shirt, a hat, whatever. A scarf. Did I say a scarf? The spoils are yours. Revel in them.

6. Texting is almost non-existant. Except for "la flirte," which does translate literally, so its self explanatory. In retrospect, this is as it should be! Guys will occasionally text you to see if you're available if you respond, they will instantaneously pick up the phone and call, quickly followed by an "I am interrupting?" Plans are always made via phone call.

7. Spontaneity is a must. French men never plan in advance. If you don't hear from him in a while, it just means he's not free -not that he's ignoring you, or doesn't like you anymore, or you should worry you did something wrong, or anything of the sort. Chances are, around 8:33pm, as soon as you've sat down to do your homework, you'll receive a text message asking if you are free for drinks. You only hear from them the moment they are free. Schedules? Out the window. Plans happen at the very moment. One moment at a time.

8. Its weird if the girl pays for any part of a date. Its weirder if she offers. So don't. Its not rude, its just that chivalry is not dead and that's how things are done here. If you offer to pay, they'll be offended and worry that you want to exercise woman's rights and equality and immediately back down. And then you're stuck paying. So just don't even blink when its pay time.

9. DO NOT. I repeat. DO NOT over-analyze anything said to you. The French say exactly what they feel and what they want in every moment. Complete bluntness. No games or tricks. And don't be surprised at the things said. No filters, and extreme feelings! Rumors and stereotypes, for the most part, hold true!

10. In New York, if you see a well-dressed man, especially at NYU, you assume he's gay. Here, assume he's as French as they get and you're lucky! Incredible fashion sense here. It just means that he's about to show you a thing or two about fashion. His advice will be good. The best, actually. Because go figure. French men would know more about fashion than even american woman.

These are the 10 important things to know. There are, of course, other subtleties, but the biggest one to keep in mind s that mostly, there is nothing subtle, shy, timid, about the French at all! Everything about Paris makes it the city of love. The history, the charm, the wine, the art, the monuments. Even the sky is more vast and air is fresher and more exciting. And everyone knows it. Especially the French...they try to use it to their advantage. Its not manipulative, its genius. So let them do their thing.

Dating in Paris is a whole other world and its very odd for us girls to be thrown into it. We come from such an overly complicated and over-dramatcized, lack of passion environment that its mind-blowing to be placed in this one!

Back to studying........

Monday, October 25, 2010

Le Petit Prince

I took a different route home from the grocery store today and passed by a little bookstore. On a whim, I walked in and saw the Little Prince. This is one of my all time favorite books because it contains so many of the themes by which I live, and it is so beautifully written in French. Based on the noises French people make (for another post...), spoken French is not always lovely, but written literature is truly beautiful. Le Petit Prince is officially added to my French book collection!

One of my favorite quotes, and my mantra:
Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.
(Here is my secret. It is very simple, one can only see with the heart. What is essential is invisible for the eyes)

I have been skimming it and am proud to say that my life in Paris has absolutely been reflecting the themes of the this story. Life has been simple. I do what I feel and nobody tells me otherwise. No one tells me I have too many feelings, no one makes life complicated, its just....glorious! Parisians. just. live. and let be. I am finally in a place where I can do exactly what I feel - just how I have always wanted to live. And I haven't been this happy or contented with my place in the world in a long time. Ever maybe. Oh, j'adore Paris.


On that note, I'm off to the Sorbonne for the day. Also, not to give too much away but to just to hint, Alicia, Clare and I are about to acquire ourselves Sciences Po t-shirts...

I CANNOT WAIT FOR TOMORROW TO END. I have an art history midterm, a transcription, an oral presentation of an article, and a rendition of one of Edith Piaf's songs (more memorization). AKA my brain is fried (the memorizing section anyways). I am also exhausted from this weekend, which consisted of solidifying a true french social life (this weekend also deserves its own post when I have more time...)

Ciao ciao!

Thursday, October 21, 2010

To the Ban Loos

The striking here is getting really bad and riots are breaking out! Some of my good French friends even attended the anti-capitalism rally this past weekend. Having taken this French history class, I now understand why the French are anti-capitalism. Laissez-faire just does not work here - and never has. The government has gone into emergency crisis control because if the strike does not end by the end of the week, rough estimates worry that the countryside of France will be entirely out of gasoline. Paris isn't in that much danger. Yet.
No London, But Definitely France and Underpants


Tomorrow, for my fellowship, we are meeting in the 19th. The 19th arrondisement is located in the banlieus (suburbs of Paris) or, as Alicia says, the banloos. In any case, tomato, tomahto, I'm sure I will get a better taste of what's happening with the strike tomorrow. In case you don't know, the banlieus of Paris are not exactly...nice? safe? desirable neighborhoods.

I have many more thoughts on this and could continue to blog but that will have to wait until tomorrow or later this weekend. Just wanted to give a quick update before going back to work!

I hope the Yankees get it together. I know they need my lucky hat, but I have full faith that for this one year, they can do it!!!!

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Angelina's, Garnier, et les Tuileries, These are a Few of My Favorite Things!

List of Favorites!!!

Favorite building: L'Opera Garnier



Favorite stores: NafNaf and Kookai

Favorite Boulangerie: the yellow one next to school!

Favorite dessert and hot chocolate/sit down lunch: Mont Blanc (seriously. best food ever) at Angelina's


Favorite crepe: nutella, or lemon with sugar mmmmm


Favorite ice cream: Bertillon stand near Notre Dame



Favorite night scene: With the Science-Politiques crew


Favorite park: Tuileries or Place des Vosges (Champ du Mars under the Eiffel Tower is solid too...)


     
                                                        
Favorite patisserie: Patisserie des Rêves. Truly the bakery of dreams.



Favorite class: European Painters


Favorite "House of": House of Delacroix. I have developed an unhealthy something or other for this artist. I keep having to remind myself he's dead.....



Favorite metro: 10! It gets me so close to home


Favorite neighborhood: Latin Quarter or Marais


Favorite Church: St. Sulpice. Those Delacroix frescos...
 


Favorite apartment: 10 Henri Duchène (mine!)
Mama and Papa chez moi :)














If you ever get the chance to come, I promise these places are worth stopping at! Or just come visit me!


Mama and Papa and Aunt Meg came to visit this past weekend. We had the BEST time. Everything in Paris has been so busy, and new, and exciting, that I haven't really taken the opportunity to stop for a minute and realize how far from home I am... It was really nice to see family (no problems with constant supply of good food either!) The four of us crammed a week's worth into 3 days (Papa style) and did everything from museum tours to wandering around the Marais. Don't worry! I didn't let them leave without getting to some of my favorite places too :)


Midterms start next week so the pressure is on. I also realized why people don't take 3 art history classes at the same time. You end up with an absurd amount of research, and a whole lot of papers! Good think I love art! And I've found French people to edit my papers for me...


Tickets and hostel for Amsterdam is all booked! As is Barcelona the following weekend! Its funny, because I thought I was going to want to travel every weekend while I was here, but now that I found Parisians and know the city, I really just want to stay in Paris. Dare I say stay forever? I have found a independent, confident, carefree and happy person here that I love being, and I never want her to go away.


Now I am procrastinating research proposals (yep - thats plural) and finishing the zillions of flashcards I must memorize! I also have to find an article to present for Adv. Convo. I think I'll do an article from Le Monde about an old hospital/museum fighting foreclosre. That, or an article on the "Trocs," the male ballet troupe on pointe! Looks like a Nuit Blanche (white night, all nighter)

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Francesca e Maria Vanno in Sicilia!

EPIC honeymoon weekend with Ali. Or should I say Maria. But let's start from the beginning...

Thursday night: went out with my friends and attempted to meet up with my French friends but it got too late. I had an early flight to Milan to meet Ali and was leaving at 5:30 so I just stayed up all night. (NOTE: Beauvais Airport, Paris, is NOT in Paris!!!! Its actually an hour and a half outside of the city! wompwomp) When i arrived in Milan, Ali was already there and Milan airport was not nearly big enough for the scene we made. Let me tell you, Italians are not used to the massive displays of excitement and squeals that came from Ali and I reuniting around 8:30am. We caught up lots and finally boarded our flight to Palermo, conveniently befriending the flight attendant, Ivan.

Sicily was fantastic! When we arrived in Palermo airport, we haggled a cab and were on our way to Castellammare del Golfo, the greatest town in the world. Small, quaint, on the beach, best food, big portions (unlike Paris), greatest people. But we'll get to the people. We had a great dinner at the best restaurant in town, tasted several wines (including a great sweet dessert wine) and crashed. Saturday we spent on the beach. On our walk there. we met a dog who we named Alberto. I swear Alberto was human in a past life. Seriously! This dog LED us to the beach. When we wandered down a hill that led to nowhere, he waited at the top of the hill for us and proceeded to walk towards the sand. This dog was incredible! Beach: hot, sunny, lots and lots and lots of pictures. Water + surrounding mountains = so peaceful. Not to mention I brought all my art flashcards with me so I was beyond thrilled. Wait until you see the pictures - it really was our honeymoon! We already are planning on printing and hanging many of the pictures in our apartment-to-be! The fun really started in the afternoon...

We went wandering around the town and, being us, found a great shoe store. To make a very long story short, I couldn't decide between two pairs of boots so the guy working there, Emilio, told me to forget the boots, took one of each pair, and brought them across the street to treat Ali and I to cappuccinos. The boots got their own seat at the table. As it turns out, that night was Bruno's (Emilio's brother) birthday, and we got invited to the birthday! the first ting they did, was christen me and Ali with Italian names. From here on in, I am Francesca and Ali is Maria. Ali and I got to see the city of Palermo, and it was a great night with all of our new Italian friends (there are many of them and all talking on facebook now! Emilio, Bruno, Roberto, Nino, Vincenzo, Rosselia, etc...) This post will get too long so perhaps I'll respond to individual emails for more details, but definitely one night that Ali and I will put down in our history. Epic and fabulous! The people in this small all know each other, and in the words of Emilio, "are one big family!" Ali and I met Bruno and Emilio's parents, grandmother, and he knew everyone in the town.

Side note: I was very excited because my French friends texted me to hang out on Saturday while I was away. It made me so happy that I really have legitimate French friends :)

Sunday, needless to say, we were exhausted. We wandered around Castellammare some more and went to see the little castle there! Mostly, we just ate and enjoyed each other's company. Emilio and Bruno came to see us on our castle wanderings. I think its very symbolic that I was in total paradise with Ali in Sicily, and I loved Italy, but I MISSED PARIS. I missed Paris. I didn't miss New York. But I felt sad without Paris!!! (A sign perhaps?)

Our flight left for Milan at 10:30 and we landed at midnight. Tired. And...cranky? True story. We had a 7 hour layover. While the rest of the people in our situation came prepared with sleeping bags, and pulled up floor to go to sleep, Ali and I recapped our trip with picture reviewing. Around 3:30, we were crying with laughter and I'm not sure we let everyone get the sleep they wanted. In any case, the security guard woke us up around 4:45 to make sure we weren't homeless or dead. Never mind all the other people doing the exact same thing as us. Talk about life as a traveling student. Never again. What an experience. Would have been terrible. But what could be bad when Ali and I are together?

When I got back to Beauvais airport, I realized it was going to be a real pain getting to Paris. I took a train back but the traffic was bad, so although the weekend was unforgettable, I was in a vile mood and lugging luggage in heeled boots (they made my suitcase too heavy) by the time I got to Paris. Finally! Home! I am in serious Ali-withdrawal  and Italians are fabulous but I belong in Paris. I could not have felt more at home arriving at my apartment. Ali she is buying her Paris tickets and I'm all set to visit her in Prague, so I'll be seeing her soon enough!

My Sorbonne class was a killer yesterday, but I found out that my favorite art history professor will be my personal tutor at NYU for it so I am psyched. Lots of work to catch up on and I am sleepy (so I apologize for the fragmented sentences - I promise I am usually a stickler for grammar!)

Pictures to come!
Also to come tomorrow...MAMA AND PAPA! Can't wait to see them.
I haven't forgotten my lists of favorites! Those are coming too!
Mon amour to all :)

Friday, October 8, 2010

Paris, I'll Miss You!

Quick post before leaving at 5:30am tomorrow!! Ali, my best friend/roommate/soulmate and I are going to SICILY for the weekend! Milan airport had better prepare itself for our meet-up...it has a scene coming!

Tonight's plan? Going out tonight with my friends, packing, and sleeping a little bit. Hopefully.

Today, all of my classes were out in Paris, so I went to Delacroix's house, St. Sulpice, and the Pantheon! More to come on all the mind-blowing sights. Clare, Alicia, and I (all art majors) spent a few hours this evening doing arts and crafts (aka making our art history flashcards) while listening to Layla teach us everything she's been learning in her wine tasting class. I should probably mention the simultaneous American music blasting from our apartment right now.

Last night I had another United Way meeting. I am getting a little concerned that this project will be harder to pull off than previously anticipated. All of a sudden, it feels like the semester is very short, and so I hope we have enough time to pull off a great project.

French is coming easier and easier to me and I don't even think twice before speaking it anymore!

At some point, when I'm back from Sicily, I need to further explore some of the cultural differences with you. Its a life-changing process learning to integrate myself into French youth life - everything is done differently here! Eating, hanging out, dating, even the way people talk to each other. More on this to come...I have a lot to say on the matter.

I've also made a list of favorites to share with you!

I'm off to Chez George, one of the bars that tends to have a young scene. My French group likes it there anyways!

Lots of love, and talk to you from ITALIA!

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Loving Life

Nuit Blanche was fantastic! Hotel de Ville and Notre Dame and all the exhibits nearby were really cool. Nuit Blanche is the one night of the year in Paris when the metros stay open extra late (this is NOT New York) and various modern artists create exhibitions on buildings throughout the city. All of Paris stays out, its like Times Square after a show at night! Nuit Blanche literally translates to "white night," as in an "all-nighter," or literally, white night. All the exhibits have to do with light and manipulting stark white light in the pitch black night. We heading back around 3:00am and ran to the nearest metro, which was completely mobbed because it was the last one on the line for the night. Never, even New York, have I been trapped in such a crowd. When a riot broke out on the metro it was all I could do not to yell! Two of my friends got stuck in the crowds and I was actually nervous for getting out of there alive! We did, though, but when we ran for the subway transfer, the second line we needed was closed. Let me tell you. It was a long walk home. I passed out around 6am. A true Nuit Blanche!



Inside Notre Dame - light and mirror exhibit
Hotel de Ville - "Love Differences" in several languages
Sunday we all slept very late, after our long night, and spent the day working in Champs du Mars, the park under the Eiffel Tower. I fell asleep so I wasn't as productive as I should have been, but I enjoyed myself nonetheless! Sunday night I went out. Perhaps more on that later, if necessary.


I had my first class at the Sorbonne yesterday! It was quite intimidating, and it seems I'm going to have to give a big presentation in from of all the French students at some point, but I'm trying not to think too hard about that right now. It's hard enough learning all the vocabulary in an art class in English, learning the vocab for Byzantine Art in French is a whole other game! Having said that, I did make a new French friend :) (I am up to about a dozen French friends!)


This morning, when I woke up, it was still dark out. Not fair. I had a United Way meeting early before class, for the fellowship program of which I am a part. Though bitter at first, we all know how much I love doing team-building activities and brainstorming project ideas for community service and social action. Plus, they gave us orange juice and the Nestle After Eight mint chocolates that I love so much. I had to run from that meeting (which is held in a fancy old estate home) to my European Painter's class. I found out that the professor this class, that one that I love SO much, is also going to be my extra support for my Sorbonne Byzantine Art class! Definitely a good person to start running Senior Honors Thesis proposals by...


Tomorrow, I must tell you all about La Pâtisserie des Rêves - truly a patisserie of dreams. Also, I'll fill you in on my bilingual advanced conversation exchange class, leading me to fluency! C'est fantastique! I am waking up early again to run to the Musée D'Orsay for a project. I have also discovered that this museum has 6 puzzles of FRENCH artists; works I have not yet done. I've done all the ones in the Louvre (except for one work by Veronese, an Italian artist, a puzzle I will not buy while in France) and I was getting discouraged! Perhaps tomorrow, I'll pick up the Renoir. 

My work load has piled to tremendous amounts the past few days, so I apologize if this entry is a little incoherent - today was spent reading for hours and hours, and I am un peu fatigué tonight. I will reread it tomorrow, so if this doesn't make sense please don't judge!
At long last, time for bed. It's exhausting having so much fun!!!

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Femme Fatale, Femme Fidèle or Femme Hillary

I have not had one moment to blog since my last post. Thursday was spent at the Louvre (I had two of my three classes there) and then ran back to school for my advanced conversation class, where I got a care package! :)


Let me skip to Friday afternoon before I tell about Thursday night because it was so exciting!

Friday I woke up and ran to yet another class at the Louvre (I hope I'm not sick of it by the time I leave, but I feel that it may be unavoidable). Alicia, Clare, Kate and I found a café right near by that has become our "After-Louvre" spot, so we lunched there. until 2:30...



Because, at 2:30, the Dior gates for fashion week in Paris opened! Guess who was filmed??? Yours truly! The press was everywhere, we saw some famous people, and then I got put on camera! How cool! There is nothing quite like Paris Fashion week, I'm learning.

The shoes were amazing and it was surprisingly intimidating to be surrounded by so many fashionistas (who are deceivingly scary and serious). In any case, I just love that I got to sign press-relaese authorization forms. Its just so unlike something that would happen to me in New York - like a movie!

                            
  
The rest of Friday was spent doing homework. It was rainy and yucky out, and after an afternoon like that, anything seems dull.

Friday night was a bit crazy so I won't go into it, but we went to a French friend's party (actually, he was the friend of a French friend) and met a lot of new French people with whom we all exchanged numbers.  They all recently graduated Science Po, which is like the Harvard of Paris, and all of them are intellectual and very cool. They told me my French is good and such- need I say more? I don't think I should.

Sorry for the disorganization - I just had to tell abut Dior first. But backtrack with me a little...

Thursday night, I went to see the Wagner opera, The Flying Dutchman. Equally as fabulous as the ballet, but it was in the Opera Bastille, the modern opera house, so it wasn't nearly as grand. As I began to explain in my last post, the French are doing all the mixing of old and new, but when I go to the opera, I want it to be grand! The house was stark, black, and modern: art in and of itself, but not the ambience desired for opera viewing. The opera was about this woman, Senta, who pledges her
everlasting fidelity to the Flying Dutchman so that his soul can rest.


This brings me to the title of this blog entry. The ballet on Wednesday was all about the femme fatale, the woman whose existence ultimately brings about the demise of the man, whereas the opera shows a faithful woman, - quite the opposite - the femme fidèle. In fact, HIS existence brings about her demise. Talk about having different feelings evoked in two nights! What is better to be: Fatale, or Fidèle? Every girl who saw both the ballet and the opera is currently having an intense internal chat with herself. Its very interesting, the directions these two story likes went. I left the ballet feeling powerful, as in "Wow! Look what a woman can do! Look what she is capable of!" However, I left the opera with the hopeless romantic part of me thinking, "Oh. That was so romantic, that's true love." Verrry interesting. Just some food for thought!

Now its 1:00pm on Saturday afternoon. I just woke up a few minutes ago and posted this, to find myself with mountains of work to do. Tonight is Nuit Blanche, meaning white night, or all-nighter. The metros stay open all night (instead of closing at their usual relatively early hour) and people run around Paris to see all of these outdoor art exhibits! It's supposed to be great, so I'll keep you posted!