Countdown

Sorry to whomever asked for the translation in the previous blog post:
"Pardon?" I asked.
"Pardon (me)?"

"Est-ce que c'est moi qui vous cherchez?"
"Is it me that you're looking for?"

"Pardon?"
"Pardon (me)?" (still not understanding)

"Est-ce que c'est moi qui vous cherchez?"
"Is it me that you're looking for?"

I giggled, "Oh, non, desole, c'est ne pas vous aujourd'hui - autre fois peut-etre."
"Oh, no, sorry, it's not you today - another time maybe."

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So...
Major project presented. Major meeting now over copyright ownership between the program and us students. (Yes, the film is THAT good!)

One memo left - working on now. Everything turned in on Friday. And I'm done!

I'll leave Sunday to Toulouse for a couple of days with friends from back home in Madison, WI. Then, Barcelona for a couple of days. Then, Geneva for several days. Back for graduation on the 18th. My sister and her fiance come to town that day. We stay in Paris until the 23rd, head to Cinque Terre Italy, then off to some yet TBD destination, and then Amsterdam for several days. Wooo whirlwind!

Paris? Well, she's doing well. A two-day heat wave and now it's back to chilly cold. Strange weather, indeed. Anything outside of that and I'm clueless. Nose in the books right now.

Merci, Paris, for a Trés Joyeux Anniversaire

Wonderful day!

Thanks, Starman, for the well wishes!

Today was lovely cloudy/sunny/humid/hot day of heaven! I made it on time to the Sciences Po American Center to pick up my student loan check, found out that the woman who helps me with this shares the same birthday! She, being more diligent than I, was working, while I skipped class to run errands and chill out.

Stopped at my favorite boulangerie, got a crudite avec gruyere sandwich, then got lost for an hour and half with my camera in the Tuilleries. Met the landlord/proprietere and got the paperwork I needed for my application for the temporary residence permit. Took a stroll along the Seine, realized I wouldn't make the hair appointment at Cizor's on time, called in late, took a bit of a metro.

I'm kind of a sensitive, sensuous person so haircuts and hair washing are like meditation joy for me. I had THE best head massage ever today from Stephane as he washed my hair, and I got to lie in the chair a bit longer than usual for some coloring, which means I got more chair back massage and got to float longer. Delicious joy. Walked home the long way, and noticed zillions of men smiling at me. Maybe it was the new 'do? Maybe it was because I just felt great in the sun and humidity? Maybe it was because I was doing some reverse-aging?

One the way home, I was taking a photo of a sewing machine through a store window and then kept walking. This older guy stopped me, smiled, and said blah blah blah blah? I took my earbuds out.

"Pardon?" I asked.
"Est-ce que c'est moi qui vous cherchez?"
"Pardon?"
"Est-ce que c'est moi qui vous cherchez?"
I giggled, "Oh, non, desole, c'est ne pas vous aujourd'hui - autre fois peut-etre." We both laughed and he called me trés something nice. I wandered the rest of the way home, without looking at the map, and just sensing directions to go toward.

Then, just as I punched the door code for my building it started raining and pouring. Lucky day. Great day! Merci a my family and friends.

Verdicts in Paris

Verdict #1































Guess who's moved into the neighborhood? And that could be good or bad for me (verdict is out on this one thus far).


Verdict #2

































You no longer have to fear the biker gang, because it's the scooter gang that is out to get you.



Verdict #3


















A lot of people look great, but I bet they spent two hours trying to look this way.




Verdict #4


































Paris is beautiful in the spring, but it makes me sneeze for all the tree pollen.



Verdict #5















Some people on the metro have super cool shoes, and I bet their feet feel the same way.


Verdict #6






































Fire makes paper look cool, but is not nice for an apartment or person



Verdict #7















"Ciflorette is a variety with a fruity taste with a slight flavour of wild strawberry. The children particularly like its perfect sweetened/tangy balance. Its fruit is elongated and of a beautiful orangy red colour." Medium early (Beginning March to mid-May).

It is smaller and way better than the humongous, over-hormoned strawberries that I ate in the USA.

yup

90 people get the swine flu and everybody wants to wear a mask. 30-40 million people have AIDS and no one wants to wear a condom.

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