|A mime, now nearly extinct in the wild is
pictured here at the Louvre museum. This
specimen appears to be a female, a hopeful
sight for the continuation of the species.
Greetings my most excellent friends!
Well it is another day in Paradise. Paris has been warmer than usual for this time of year and opening the window has done little to cool things down in my apartment. I know summer is coming because the superhero films are starting to show up in the theaters. Also, I have to plan a trip back to Canada to keep tabs on my clients, my family and my baby niece, whom I miss dearly.
The past two weeks have seen a bit of an uptick in my social life, though I've made no progress whatsoever in finding a new apartment and have decided to be content with where I am for the foreseeable future. I suppose that should I desire to entertain more than two people, I will have to make use of a public venue until I can change or increase my fortunes. In the mean time, I have made many new observations!
Culture: I saw a mime! After six months in the city and being convinced that mimes were a total French myth, I’ve finally seen a mime! But this sighting raises questions than it answers. Are there more mimes? Where do they come from? Where do they go?
City Life: You’d think that in a big city, people would walk very fast. This is true in most big cities, but not Paris. I notice this in particular when I’m in a hurry. The sidewalks become like a highway where everyone is doing 20 clicks below the speed limit. As soon as you pass one, another slow person is right in front of you. The more I look, the more I notice that no one here seems to be in a great hurry. Now if they are behind the wheel of an automobile, that’s another story.
Automobiles: While considering the enormous amount of paperwork that will be required to bring my car over from Canada, the automakers on the Champs Elysee continue to tempt me with these rare and unpurchasable concept cars. I love cars, but I’m starting to think that I may never drive again without drastic measure.
|A concept car from Toyota that has never see a Parisian
street. You can tell this is true because it has no dents.
Language: In my seemingly vain attempt to learn French, I’ve been dutifully translating my Roger Hargreaves books from French to English. I’m learning, but slow. Also, I’ve purchased French DVD’s and have been spending time with locals who insist on speaking French to me… the later method, I think is having the greatest influence. My favourite line from my translating so far you ask? “Je crois que je peux faire tout ce qui est incroyable.” (I believe that I can do anything that is incredible. – Mr. Incredible).
People: Quite often I’ll pass by an older woman who appears to have skin that is remarkably young looking. This is not vampirism but rather, I suspect, the myriad skin care products offered on every other block on Paris. The products often feature a nude woman checking out her perfectly smooth buttocks in a mirror. It’s not photoshop (it probably is), it’s Product X. You see posters like the one below nearly everywhere.
|Nude bums in the city. These signs indicate the sale
of skin creams for the forever young.
|A restaurant scene being filmed on the Seine not more
than one block from my apartment. Action!
Culture: Something astonishing has happened to me twice now. I’ve asked for things to be mailed to me on one day and received them in the mail on the next day. The post office here is very brisk. In Canada, I would assume that someone was stalking me or playing a joke, if my mail were to arrive in the same week that it was sent.
Shopping: In various spots along both sides of the Seine, you can find booksellers with various used books and magazines. Some of these sellers have various vintage items that you might even be lucky to find on eBay such as old magazines and newspapers of some historical significance. Should I ever have a bookshelf and/or a magazine stand, I think I shall begin to frequent these stands.
|In addition to books, these vendors along the Seine sell
vintage magazines, newspapers, posters, jewellery and
a host of other interesting curios.
Well that is all for this entry my friends, thank you for looking in.
Your humble servant,
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