February 20, 2013

Paris Day 3


Seafood for sale at street market

Wednesday street market on av. du President Wilson
Boy pausing from pigeon feeding at Palais de Chaillot 

Couple ignoring the view of the Eiffel Tower at the Jardins du Trocadero

Graffiti on the steps of the Palais de Chaillot

"Red sock in yellow box" art exhibit at the Musee d'Art Moderne

Eiffel Tower from the pont de l'Alma (bridge)

Shoe store on Bouvard rue Saint Dominique

Tiffany blue Vespa
Cathedral St. Honore

"The Thinker" by Rodin at the Musee Rodin
(slightly larger than life-size)

"The Kiss" by Rodin
(life size)


"The Cathedral" by Rodin
(about a yard tall)

Close up of Rodin's tribute to Victor Hugo
(Hugo slightly larger than life-size)
Highlights:

  • Viewing varied street market fare
  • Watching tourists take self-portraits with the Eiffel Tower in the background whilst eating a peach pastry
  • Wandering into the two-storied opening rotunda of the Musee d'Art Moderne painted with blithe illustrations of hundreds of historical figures in every hue
  • Unexpectely noticing the Van Gogh painting "The Harvesters" at the Musee Rodin sculpture museum
  • Meeting Beth at the airport

February 19, 2013

Paris Day 2

Dinner purchased from several local shops: goat cheese, brie, a baguette, and cauliflower soup

Shop on Champs de Elysee

Accidental rediscovery of this statue of Winston Churchill near the Petit Palais (noted on my first trip to Paris)

McDonalds on Champs de Elysee (before the security guard intimated that pictures are prohibited)
Today did not turn out quite as planned; I inadvertently slept for several hours and the modern art museum I chose to visit closed early on a fluke. However, it was a lovely vacation day, and I am well fed, watered, and rested. Ended the day reading until midnight in a local cafe. Paris time matches my internal clock.

February 18, 2013

Paris Day 1


First meal in Charles de Gaulle airport

My stash of Clif bars and chamomile/lavender tea

Advertising Les Miserables in Paris! (Wait a minute...)

Studio apartment

Opposite view

Shakespeare and Company English bookstore

Gu! My favorite London desserts rediscovered

Highlights:

  • Navigating without incident from my home to the teensy apartment in the 2nd arrondisement
  • Being continuously regarded with polite, mild surprise at the revelation that I ... wait for it ... don't speak French
  • Ensconcing myself upstairs in the library level of Shakespeare and Company and reading a first edition 1932 British mystery while listening to another customer play the piano
  • Watching the lights flicker on the Seine at night
  • Rediscovering my favorite dessert from London--the decadent Gu cheesecakes and puddings

February 14, 2013

Like v. Love


Reposting from last year in honor of Singles Awareness Day (SAD). (Don't worry, Mom, the acronym not original.)


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Everyone agrees that love is complicated, but perhaps that is partially because we need more words to describe this aspect of the human experience. Unfortunately, English has only one word that must account for a vast array of emotions, relationships, actions, addictions, and proclivities. 

The Greeks had four words for love: eros, philos, storge, and agape. The "love is a verb" phrase comes from the word agape, which describes an unconditional, sacrificial, active state of being demonstrated by the early Christians. The word was created to describe the type of behavior that came about from practicing the Golden Rule: Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. In English our new verbs come from brand names: Xerox, Google, Facebook, etc. What a difference it would make if I  had a way to describe the affection I feel towards my friend and the action I take to help her through a hard week!

Now, I am going to continue bestowing effusive "I love you's" on my cat and weirding people out by mentioning that I have crushes on Trader Joe's and on the Post Office. I confess this as I have no wish to be the "love" Nazi, especially preceding Valentine's Day. Still, I think it's important that we determine in our own minds what it means to love people. Perhaps we will discover that we respect, appreciate, value, admire, adore, desire, and enjoy the people, places, and things in our lives and that love is something different altogether.

February 7, 2013

Being Known

If all of your modes of self-expression through style were taken away--clothes, home, car--how would people learn about you? Through your actions? Your hobbies? Your idiosyncrasies? What sort of information would they collect? How would they know your favorite color is green and that you like west coast jazz? Would it matter whether or not they knew? Maybe they would know you by your family or your church or your clubs. Maybe you would be part of a whole. Would that bother you?

If you lived in a slum in Nairobi and your entire worldly possessions consisted of two shirts, a skirt, a broken comb, and a battered water jug would you feel a greater or lesser need for self-expression? Would people think of you as the woman who liked to sing or the man who was clever with his hands? If parts of you remained unexplored due to lack of opportunity, does that mean you would never make to Maslow's famed self-actualization? Never be wholly you? Never able to be known by yourself or others?

What do you want to say about yourself to the world? How do you want to be known?