tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81135815810869421292024-03-29T04:29:58.719+01:00Family by the SeineLetters home detailing the adventures, discoveries, observations, and (more than occasional) disasters of an American family with young children living in Paris.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger290125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8113581581086942129.post-86796779851365766912015-01-09T23:42:00.004+01:002015-01-09T23:42:40.794+01:00Third -- and I Hope Final -- Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The full post -- days 1, 2, and 3 of this whole awful episode in Paris is at <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2015/01/yes-were-ok-ptit-basque.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">A Year in Fromage</span></a>. But in case you've already read it, here's just the update from today:<br />
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<strong><span style="background-color: #ea9999;">DAY 3:</span></strong> Out with Gigi at the Bastille, and we see a convoy of 16 police vehicles racing by with sirens blaring. In fact, the city has an almost constant hum of sirens.<br />
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The hostages have been taken, and now the texts I'm getting from Anthony are about how his building is in lock-down mode. This BBC map, modified by somebody Anthony works with, will show you why:<br />
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Our kids still have school today, but with full security measures in place. Even at the middle school dismissal, they are now asking each individual child where they live and judging if the route home will be safe. After all, at the time of dismissal, there are still hostages being held, and all of the gunmen are at large. I've never seen so many parents at pick-up.<br />
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The streets are just covered with machine-gun-toting, bulletproof-vest-wearing police and military. There's even the Protection Civile, which I understand to be akin to the National Guard. I've never even see these blue and orange uniforms or trucks before.<br />
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And everywhere, everywhere, the signs of solidarity.<br />
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Now it's dark -- Friday night at 11pm as I'm writing this. The weather is nice -- mild and dry. But I have never, ever heard the streets so quiet, especially not on a Friday night. All the neighborhood cafés are closed. In fact, it is so unbelievably still that I actually research to see if the city has instituted a curfew (appropriately called a "<em>couvre-feu</em>" or "fire-cover"). The gunmen have been killed; the remaining hostages -- those that weren't murdered -- have been freed. No curfew, but I think everybody is just hunkered down at home, breathing easier but still happy to be inside.<br />
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And I hope -- I hope! -- that this is the end of the updates for this post.</div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>© 2011 - 2013 <a href='http://www.familybytheseine.blogspot.com'>Family by the Seine</a> by Kazz Regelman. All rights reserved.</p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8113581581086942129.post-77186166480167383122015-01-08T23:00:00.000+01:002015-01-08T23:00:00.075+01:00Yes, We're OK<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You may have heard the news -- a terrorist shooting in the Marais at the offices of a satire magazine, Charlie Hebdo. While it's true we live in the Marais, we were nowhere near the scene of the crime, so don't worry about us. But not everybody was so lucky. Anthony's boss lives right in that area, and his daughter's school is just buildings away, so he rushed home to be with his family.<br />
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You may already have read the full posting (and if not, please visit <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2015/01/yes-were-ok-ptit-basque.html" target="_blank">A Year in Fromage</a>).</div>
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As for today, here are a few small updates, beyond the signs we see in the windows:</div>
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The city is quieter than usual. And feels a bit weird. The rainy gray morning didn't help matters, but now it's sunny and blue and looks a little cheerier. Still, it's not its normal self.</div>
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Letters from both of the girls' schools: various security measures put in place. A moment of silence at noon, at which time the Bells of Notre Dame -- and churches around the city (probably the whole country) also ring out. Most flags at half mast.</div>
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<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>© 2011 - 2013 <a href='http://www.familybytheseine.blogspot.com'>Family by the Seine</a> by Kazz Regelman. All rights reserved.</p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8113581581086942129.post-10590525323561032412014-12-26T11:25:00.002+01:002014-12-26T11:25:54.125+01:00Last of the 2014 Greetings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I realized I've been remiss about updating this blog. In the last month plus, I was working on completing my <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Year in Fromage</span></a> and also getting the surgery to take out the breast cancer and put in the new replacement. Christmas preparations apparently took up the whatever small bit of my brainpower remained, and so I haven't updated here in a while.<br />
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Click here for a little glimpse at <a href="http://www.smilebox.com/playBlog/4e4445344f44677a4d6a413d0d0a&blogview=true" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">our year in review</span></a>, because I still don't have the brainpower to write something at the moment. We're too busy purging old stuff to make room for the new stuff, enjoying the new Christmas toys and books, and meeting up with friends to take a break from our vacation with a cup of tea.<br />
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Happy Holidays, and may 2015 bring you health & happiness!<br />
Love,<br />
Kazz</div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>© 2011 - 2013 <a href='http://www.familybytheseine.blogspot.com'>Family by the Seine</a> by Kazz Regelman. All rights reserved.</p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8113581581086942129.post-48798173529786120932014-11-04T22:01:00.003+01:002014-11-04T22:01:54.324+01:00In Case You Haven't Heard<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've been so open, I practically feel like I've advertised it on billboards, but in case you haven't heard, I have a little itty bitty case of not-to-panic breast cancer. You can get all the gory and not-so-gory details at <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/10/oh-im-aware-alright-escarcelle.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">A Year in Fromage</span></a> -- and also see what cheese I've found to pair with it.</div>
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I've been horrible -- horrible! -- about posting here, because it's been, well, quite a month. So I hope you've been keeping up over at A Year in Fromage. If not, here are two recent postings on love and romance (and dead fish) in Paris.<br />
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All you've ever wanted to know about <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/10/love-locks-bridge-pont-leveque.html#.VEt6B2ccS70" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">the love locks popping up</span></a> -- Whack-a-Mole-style - everywhere in Paris. And in the world.<br />
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And <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/10/unbridled-grooming-anneau-du-poitou.html#.VEt5_2ccS70" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">a wedding album like no other</span></a>, mostly because it's a collection taken over the years from my local perspective. And also, because Anthony, the girls, and I just can't resist taking our own.<br />
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<div class="blogger-post-footer"><p>© 2011 - 2013 <a href='http://www.familybytheseine.blogspot.com'>Family by the Seine</a> by Kazz Regelman. All rights reserved.</p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8113581581086942129.post-62624708316369808682014-09-21T16:45:00.001+02:002014-09-21T16:47:21.824+02:00Super Ass Gyros<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Just after posting at <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/09/those-wacky-french-fol-epi.html#.VB7kOmccS70" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">A Year in Fromage</span></a> about the signs in France that make me giggle I come across these gems. I've updated the posting over there, but if you've already read it, you can just enjoy these few new additions here. If not, click over and see what other beauties I've found.<br />
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And in case you're wondering, what's actually behind the strategically-placed sign in the café sign above is the letter "A".</div>
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As soon as I hear the bell ringing, I rush to the window to see what this guy is doing. At just a glance, I instinctively know he's an <span class="st"><em>affûteur </em></span>-- a knife sharpener.<br />
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My knives have been dull for a good half year, and just yesterday I finally stopped procrastinating and brought them in to the sharpener. So this morning, when I see him walking on the street below, I'm distressed that I don't have any knives to give him; then I realize we have one old, cheap, chopping knife that came with the apartment that barely cuts butter. So I run down with it (yes, running with knives) in my pajamas, with my camera. It's 5€ to sharpen a knife I don't use or care about, and it's worth every penny just to get the photos. Note that he's powering the wheel with his feet on wooden paddles.<br />
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I suspect some of these old professions won't be around much longer, so it feels good to get my knife sharpened in the streets while I still can. For more about these old professions dying out in France, check out the story at <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/05/worlds-oldest-professions-le-lingot-du.html#.VBlMmGccS70" target="_blank">A Year in Fromage</a>, which I write back in May; however, I've had to update it with this morning's encounter with the knife sharpener. The fact that I catch up with the knife sharpener -- by accident -- in just the right spot to photograph him with Notre Dame in the background just tickles me.</div>
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Here are some choice excerpts:<br />
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"Dear Kazz and Anthony. [Ed note: our children usually call us "Mom and Dad", not by our first names.] I had to right a letter to you! THEY MADE ME!!!!"<br />
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Pippa then proceeds to write about her time at camp and closes with: <br /><br />"I do not miss you, but just pretend I do."<br />
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Her next letter reiterates that point, verbatim, but closes with this:<br />
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Well, thank goodness for small mercies.<br />
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Gigi's letter is not much better, frankly:<br />
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"Dear Mom and Dad, We are being forced to write to you, even though I don't have a stamp..."<br />
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You're imagining our children in an American summer camp: rustic cabins and lake-swimming. Think again. That may exist in France, but it's not where our girls are. They're at a 1000 year old medieval castle, riding ponies bareback (literally). To find out more, check out <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/08/childless-in-paris-le-marechal.html#.U_L2E2ccS70" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">A Year in Fromage</span></a>.</div>
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This convenience store, called 8 to Eight, is open Monday through Saturday, 8am till 7pm, except for from 12:30 till 3:30, and not at all on Wednesday afternoons, or on Sundays. So not when you're generally not working, or hungry, at breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Very convenient indeed. <br />
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To see more about what I am failing to accomplish because nothing is open when I need it to be, check out <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/08/sorry-were-closed-meule-de-savoie.html#.U-yms2ccS70" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">A Year in Fromage</span></a>.</div>
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Perhaps hula's not your thing. And perhaps you're even wondering why I'm talking about it on a blog from Paris. But that's just the way I roll. To find out more, check out <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/07/hula-la-montrachet.html#.U9_lB2ccS70" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Hula-la at A Year in Fromage</span></a>. And a small bonus for you here, these are photos you won't find over there.</div>
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The 70th anniversary of the Rafle de Vel d'Hiv, arguably the single most shameful day/event in French history, has just come and gone. Even though it's a tragic affair, I stumble across the fact that one of my best friends here has an incredible family history that puts at least a glimmer of hope back into one's opinion of humanity, in general. To read all about it, check out <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/07/a-nations-great-shame-comtesse-de-vichy.html#.U8uqj2eKC70" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">A Year in Fromage</span></a>.<br />
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Nothing says "authentic New York bagel" quite like an Indian restaurant called "Le Butter Chicken" serving bagels in Paris. </div>
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If you haven't read my story about the Brooklynization of Paris (alternate title: Bagels, and Donuts, and Hot Dogs, Oh My!) at A Year in Fromage, you can <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/06/brooklynization-anneau-du-vic-bilh.html#.U7e-WWeKC70" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">read it here</span></a>.</div>
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If you haven't yet, you can read all about <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/06/spit-shit-shine-etoile-de-gatine.html#.U6gwSmeKC70" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Gigi's professional theater</span></a> debut (and about the origins of some French theater traditions) at the gorgeous Théâtre du Châtelet, which is itself something of a star in Paris. In an update since publishing the story at A Year in Fromage, she tells me, "It's surprising how many actors in the cast are gay." I find this very, very funny. And not surprising at all. But then again, she's ten, and it's her first theater experience.<br />
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In other entertaining King & I news, here's a hysterical clip from the Matrix of her castmate, star of the show, Lambert Wilson. So f***'in French:<br />
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I've written before about the kinds of things I see every day that, well, you probably don't (unless you, too, live by the pedestrian performance bridge in central Paris). I've been wanting to update it and publish it over at A Year in Fromage, but it's tough because every time I think I'm finished, I come across something else to add. Well, finally, I decided I've seen it all and posted it a few days ago, only to have this appear on the bridge today:<br />
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The beauty of a blog is that I can edit even after publishing, so I must admit that I've gone to my post and updated it. <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/06/you-dont-see-that-everyday-darley.html#.U5oXVmeKC70" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Click here for full story</span></a> and accompanying cheese which, believe me, is a cheese you don't see, or taste, everyday (thank God), <em>even</em> if you live in central Paris.</div>
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Why am I posting such an ugly picture of myself over at <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/06/the-hero-riddle-camembert-de-normandie.html#.U5IyKGeKC70" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">A Year in Fromage</span></a>? It's a story that's well worth a little humble pie.</div>
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I've met a fair number of very (very) famous people in my time, and rarely have I been so star-struck, and never have I been so moved. It's the 70th anniversary of the Normandy Invasion:</div>
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For the full story, <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/06/the-hero-riddle-camembert-de-normandie.html#.U5IyKGeKC70" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">click here</span></a>.</div>
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This year's Mother's Day poem from Pippa:<br />
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Besides the obvious issues with the rhyme sequence and how the poem scans (and don't even get me started on the spelling, which I corrected for you), is anybody else concerned that my 8 year old is out there partying?<br />
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It's that magical time, the breadiest time of the year. For those of us that live by Notre Dame, at least. This year, not only does Pippa go as a field trip (and this means me too, as a chaperone), but the girls also get to make some bread once when we stop in to buy a <em>baguette</em>. Gigi gets private lessons from one of the most celebrated bread bakers in France (and, therefore, in the world, the man on her right). No, I don't know his name.<br />
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Here are a few photos from our latest visit, too late to make the story at <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/05/its-profession-bleu-fermier.html#.U3m22WeKC70" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">A Year in Fromage</span></a>.<br />
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Left to their own devices, this is what they choose to make. Gigi wants to make (and eat, entirely by herself) a classic <em>baguette</em>. It is so hot from the oven here that she can barely hold it, though you'll notice she somehow managed to eat one <em>crouton</em> (end of the bread) already. And Pippa makes the braided ring she's been dreaming of. She wasn't allowed to on the field trip, since they had to fit almost 30 loaves on a baking sheet. The ring turns out perfectly, and we dub it a baguegel (pronounced "ba-GAY-gul", a.k.a. a bagel made of <em>baguette</em> dough). I think it's beautiful and, with a little refinement, it could become a hot new trend.<br />
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There's a dairy booth open today that has this poster. You know what I'm thinking...Three Years in Fromage? A Life in Fromage?<br />
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Drumroll please...It's time for the 59th annual Eurovision contest: the Europe-wide hunt for the best, newest, freshest, and undoubtedly cheesiest new song and performer from each country. We have Eurovision to thank (or blame) for ABBA (1974, Sweden, "Waterloo") and Céline Dion (1988, for the song "<em>Ne Partez Pas Sans Moi</em>", representing Switzerland despite being Canadian. I call shenanigans). It's like the Oscars, the X Factor, the Olympics, and the Miss America pageant all rolled together, with more fog machines and floor lighting and almost no commercial breaks (God, I love Europe sometimes!).<br />
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If you're feeling at all fabulous, festive, morbidly curious, or feel the need to see identical twins, dairy maidens, teeter totters, ice skating, Matlese country singers, and/or transvestites. you really need to see the videos and read the scoop at <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/05/the-eurovision-factor-coeur-estragon.html#.U28hbGeKC70" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">A Year in Fromage</span></a>.<br />
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It's May 1st, May Day, and that can only mean two things: 1) lilies of the valley, and 2) nearly everything is closed. OK, I exaggerate. A couple stores are actually open and do not have a sign in the door saying "specially closed on May 1st", but seemingly 99% of Paris is off-school, off-work, and off-duty -- except the people selling lilies of the valley on the streets.<br />
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If you want to know about one of the stinkiest cheeses known to mankind, or learn more about this holiday, and help me create the inevitable holiday to celebrate the official 35-hour work week here in France; or the 4-day school week; or the 6-weeks-on/ 2-weeks-off school schedule, check out <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/05/may-day-vieux-lille.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">A Year in Fromage</span></a>.</div>
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Is Obama a puppet? According to the French Guignols de l'Info -- News Puppets -- he sure is. It's funny stuff, and the French have been skewering us, themselves, and just about everybody else in the world for twenty years in this way. See more at <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/04/puppet-regime-la-vache-qui-rit.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">A Year in Fromage</span></a>.<br />
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There's a French comedy movie called <em>Le Prénom</em> that takes place entirely in a living room, after one of the brothers says that he's naming his new baby "Adolf". There are some names you won't hear in France -- read about it at <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/03/no-name-la-brique-de-brebis.html#.Uz3Ri2eKC70" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">A Year in Fromage</span></a>.<br />
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Long ago, you've heard me complain about the wonky clock on my cell phone (it turns out I was the one who was wonky, and just didn't know how to set it). But now that I know about a little historical tidbit called French Revolution Time, my wonky clock seems like child's play. Go ahead, just try to wrap your mind around all this clock conversion math at <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/04/about-time-rond-de-lusignan.html#.Uz3QdGeKC70" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">A Year in Fromage</span></a>.<br />
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In case you're in the mood to look at pastry p*rn, you can check out <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/03/viennoiserie-waits-for-you-patte-dours.html#.Uz3PZGeKC70" target="_blank">A Year in Fromage</a>, where <em>viennoiserie</em> waits for you. I hope you like your pastries flaky, because it's a really crummy posting.<br />
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They say there's something magic in the air in Paris. Well, if so, it's black magic at the moment.<br />
Have you heard that there's an air pollution alert in Paris? I think it hit world news, but if you were here, you would not even need to read the news to know it. Frankly, it's the first time in three years of living here that I've seen the air around me -- actually, physically seen it.<br />
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While the worst of it seems to be over, we've had a couple relapses even since I posted this over at <a href="http://www.ayearinfromage.com/2014/03/lets-clear-air-rigotte-de-troyet.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">A Year in Fromage</span></a>, where you can read and see (or not see -- it's pretty hazy) more about it.</div>
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<strong>Bulletin #1 -- a language one:</strong> <br />
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I know we've been living in France for a while now because the girls are speaking strange <em>franglais</em>. Their latest: Pippa talks about all the science experiences she's doing in school. At which point Gigi yells, "experiments! Experiments!" At which point I point out that Gigi recently says that if she doesn't get a good grade for something she'd worked really hard on, it will be "a big deception." At which point I correct "disappointment! Disappointment!"<br />
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Also, Gigi talks about the book <em>Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Uzbekistan</em>. Perhaps she's not hearing quite enough English.<br />
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<strong>Bulletin #2 -- a gym one:</strong><br />
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I realize it looks like I'm being one of those bragging parents who keeps pointing out my children's accomplishments, but I swear it's because I myself am amazed. They're doing stuff in gymnastics that I was never able to do, and learning and progressing so quickly it's crazy. So just know that this honestly is not coming from a place of vanity. It's coming from a place of pure jealousy, frankly. I so wish I could have done this when I was their age! And I harbor no illusions about them being Olympians or even serious competitors in the States. The level here is lower, and mostly recreational, and they're not fanatical about pointing toes and straightening legs. But still, I'm impressed.<br />
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<strong>Bulletin #3 -- a yummy one:</strong><br />
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Near the Bourse, on and around rue Saint-Anne, I have finally found the Japantown part of Paris. I feel like the food here is better and more authentic-tasting, relatively speaking, than Parisian Chinese food. Having lived in both Japan (for many years) and Taiwan, I feel like I can say this with some authority. It fills a craving in a huge way for ramen and gyoza, and it's delicious, but it's still not as good as actually eating Japanese food in Tokyo. Naturally.<br />
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<strong>Bulletin #4 -- a bureaucratic one:</strong><br />
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It turns out my latest <em>carte de séjour</em> had the wrong expiration date on it -- months earlier than it should be. Luckily, I look at my card a week or so before that date, and I manage to get my paperwork in just in the nick of time. Of course, that means I don't have a valid card for several months until the bureaucratic wheels (powered by Flintstone woodpeckers) have approved my legal status and manufactured and delivered my new card. That's OK: I don't carry it with me, ever since the multiple pickpocketing incidents, and I've never been asked to provide it, anyway.<br />
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<strong>And the snafu -- or is it?:</strong><br />
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We still don't know where we'll be next school year, but we do know the girls will <em>not</em> be back at their school in San Francisco: The school didn't have any vacancies for them! By staying away more than two years, we lost our automatic, guaranteed spots, and the school had record-low attrition. With no available spots to give, we can't be insulted at all, got a really nice personalized note, and still love the school. We are not devastated. Those of you who know me know that a) I have been gunning to stay longer in Paris anyway and b) I generally find that life works out wonderfully -- and often in the most unusual ways. In fact, the more unusual, the better, in my mind. In case you're wondering, they do still have their spots guaranteed here at their Paris schools (which they love), and the girls are both excited about the idea of staying longer, too. So we're gearing up for the very real possibility (though as Anthony will tell you -- <em>not</em> the inevitability) that we might stay yet another year....Stay tuned.<br />
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