The boys are quite sought after, especially by the end of the semester when props are required for documentation photos. Here they are, on a rocking rodeo bull that my friend Moritz designed. I think it captures their personalities perfectly.
The levels of excitement reached when you let the kids sit behind the wheel are hardly ever matched. Incidentally, rainy days aren’t that bad.
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Since I’ve taken up running, I’ve discovered a variety of objects appearing on puddles, just like jesus appears in some people’s morning toast. Here’s an airplane, propeller and all.
These guys are wonderful.
I got there on Saturday. It was hot and crowded, as always. I went on the terrace of the Galleries Lafayette to take it all in. I walked and walked. And walked. I didn’t take many photos because I was carrying my iPhone as only camera and had flat batteries more often than not. Also, I was focusing on enjoying every second without thinking about blogging about things or having photos to reminisce over.
After much walking and, my favorite, going around the city by bus, I got to the hostel where I and the rest of my class were staying. It was seriously horrendous but at least I could have oysters a couple of times with the money saved in clean bedding and private bathrooms with soap and towels. When everyone finally arrived, we set out to grab a bite and have some fun. We went to Parc de la Villette. We ended up drinking cheap beers outside a popular club called Point Ephemere. I loved the name.
The next morning I woke up very early, too early. And if there’s something I positively hate is waiting around for people to be ready, so I just got dressed and set out to discover the city. I love walking in Paris because I have so fond memories of the place that it’s one madelaine after the other. I would have loved to have breakfast at Angelina, but I thought spending 30 euros on a coffee and some pastries was immoral. But I stole a picture of their lovely window and macarons. I walked along Rue de Rivoli all the way to Marais, where we had appointment to visit the Beaubourg. Learned that Sunday mornings in Paris are pretty quiet. Only many many runners in the streets.
At the beaubourg there was a cool Matisse exhibition that had me thinking a lot about design and the design process: you know how Matisse used to make several variations on a same painting and how when you design something you have to try little variations until you nail the right mix of details?
There was also a nice temporary exhibition about generative design. I love this stuff. And I love the possibilities we have nowadays. Also, Processing. There was a light installation similar to mine, though, modestly not as stunning.
After that, I walked everyone to the Falafel triangle. We wanted to go to L’as du falafel but it was closed, so we went to Chez Hanna and we loved it. Also, street musicians.
From there, we walked to Bastille and wandered around. We walked to the Pavillon de l’Arsenal, and from there to Notre Dame and finally to the Rive gauche. We walked from St. Michel to Odeon and then we ended up at the Jardins de Luxembourg to have beers and laughs. It was fun. And I’d never been to the Senate and the gardens and wow.
After that we had dinner. I had oysters, one of my favorite treats in Paris. Then, since it was only midnight, we walked from Montparnasse to Champ du Mars and it may be trite but the tour Eiffel is always quite breathtaking, esp. at night when it’s lit.
The next morning was Grand Palais and Palais de Tokyo, and the weather couldn’t have been more amazing. Look at that sky.
The Palais de Tokyo is full of modern conceptual art, video installations, some very disturbing things and other very inspiring ones. I fully recommend it. I stayed there for something like 4 hours, and then I went nearby to my favourite Lebanese restaurant, Noura.
We had a free afternoon, so I walked and walked and walked, and I would have loved to go to a Hammam and spend 4 hours getting my skin scrubbed, but alas, the place I wanted to go to had a swimsuit policy and I didn’t feel like spending money for one when I have a dozen at home. So I got a haircut. It was nice to sit down for a while, have my hair washed and my scalp massaged and my iphone charged.
That last evening we all went for a customary climb Montmartre and here I am with my awesome new hair.
It was great and I can’t wait to be back in Paris, preferably with my husband this time.