Our Long Sejour en France

 We've been back in Paris for almost 2 weeks now - in the 14th arrondissement. I now have access to my computer and I've gone back to the previous blogs I posted during our trip around France and inserted pictures. So please go back and take a look. I just had an extended messaging session with our Airbnb host about Haussmann architecture and the wonders of the 17th arrondissement. I selected his apartment because it reminded me of our first place in the 17th - on a smaller footprint. But we have enjoyed all the places we have lived in Paris and the areas we've been privileged to explore. A walk in Paris does indeed drive home the point of life. It took us a bit to get settled in after our sojourn around the country. But we've actually done a lot since we got back. I have been in sore need of a haircut, and Chris was working, so I set off to the area of the Bastille to find a place that seemed to have good reviews. Although Chris and I had been in the Bastille Metro sta...

Since I last wrote we’ve been in Marseille, Nice, Lyon, and Dijon.  We were in Marseille and Nice one week each. I was so in my happy place being near water and sun. Marseille is the same latitude as upper Michigan and has palm trees and bougainvillea! Nice is slightly further north.  From the marina in Marseille you can see a church looming over the city: Cathedrale Notre Dame de la Garde. We decided to go up to it. We took a bus part way up the hill and then climbed stairs the rest of the way. It was worth it. Beautiful views of the city.  We also managed to take part in the Olympics excitement by going to a men’s soccer match - US v. New Zealand. US won. I was happy that, as I said to Chris, “It wasn’t a zoo.” I did not miss a chance to go to the beach in Marseille. The water was cold but refreshing. It was so easy to get to! It was even easier to get to the beach in Nice - and the water was warmer. Below is a video I took of the beach in Nice, thinking I was taking a ...

REVISED August 17, 2024 My biggest disappointment on this trip is that I have not been able to understand when people speak to me in French. I can speak to people; I just can’t understand when they respond. I knew this was going to be an issue. I just didn’t know how to prepare for it. When we’ve encountered young people who speak English well, they say they learned mostly by watching TV and reading. So now I know.  I read French pretty well, and I’ve been delighted by the colorful metaphors, often bordering on hyperbole, that the French employ. As in my last blog: “cropping” and “mutilating” Moreau’s ideas and actions. I suspect in translation these do not carry the hyperbole we would attach to it.  But they do add color.  I’ve also loved French ingenuity. In our trip here in 2000, I loved the little kiosk toilets in the middle of the sidewalk. They’re a lot bigger now, but how great to have a facility readily accessible - for a euro, at least - which does make it proble...