Paris Trip Day 4

Leave a comment November 11, 2016 Elsa Fridl

Friday. I moved into another room with a skylight and only one other person, Violet. She and I had a long talk, during which I told her many of the basics of my situation. She told me she believed another country calls the shots in the U.S. and that the U.S. is run by an oligarchy, including corporations. (Perhaps I should say she is not from the U.S.) Intriguingly, I recently spoke with U.S. citizens who told me the same thing. She further said that if you put a group of people in a room, all from different countries, including the U.S., there would be a “heaviness” about us that we don’t see because we’re too close to it. She is so perceptive! She also asked me if I thought of going public about my situation, and suggested I have oral surgery as well. I told her it’s a matter of finding a dentist who will pull a tooth without asking the reason for my request, and whom I can trust. It isn’t so much that I can’t trust dentists — after all, my father was a dentist — but my situation requires me to be extra cautious.

It usually rains rather than snows in Paris, which is okay by me. I love the rain.

I felt very lethargic, possibly because of the rain (though I love rain). I didn’t get out of the hostel until about 4:45 P.M. I ate at Le Basilic again: tomatoes and mozzarella skewer, cod with spinach in a light sauce, bread, a glass of wine (Pinot Noir, a new favorite) and cappuccino. Culinary heaven. The French really know how to eat and live. I saw Violet out with friends. Later, Violet went to Moulin Rouge for a performance. I went to bed, though first I organized for my night at the Gold Hotel (tomorrow).

Salut !

Images by Can Stock Photo.

Paris Trip Day 3

Leave a comment November 10, 2016 Elsa Fridl

I love travelling, but sometimes…

Thursday. I am super-tired. One of my roommates elbowed my bunk bed several times and crinkled her essentially-empty water bottle numerous times during the night. Miss Irritating. It’s times like these I have to remind myself that it was my choice to stay in a hostel so I wouldn’t be alone so much. It wouldn’t be so hard to take if she didn’t seem so negative all the time. She complained about the lack of space. She complained about the breakfast, which I loved, telling me how she has seen “much better spreads” in hostels where there are 20 people to a dorm room, when we have four people to a room here. In fact, she complained so much I asked her why she was staying here: It’s not like anyone is forcing her to stay here. She said she was staying here because her friends were staying here. She seemed nice enough when I met her, but she’s turned into Miss Irritating. I wish I could tell her, PLEASE KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT. I won’t.

The Sephora on the Champs-Elysees is absolutely gorgeous.

I had a pretty good day. I went to Sephora (and Monoprix) to replace the items that went missing; I haven’t decided whether to get Bumble & Bumble hair products. Monoprix is very close by. They’re like a Target in the States, only classier. They sell many types of items. I bought L’Oreal moisturizer, an eye cream, baby lotion. I took the Metro from Blanche to Champs-Elysees to go to Sephora. I admit I had more jitters using the Metro than I did before (probably because of all I have been through), but I know I have to learn to be gentler with myself. I’ve been through a lot. I’m here to recuperate and enjoy Paris. The Sephora on the Champs-Elysees is HUGE – it must be at least 10 times the size of the one in Montgomery Mall! And gorgeous! I couldn’t get over how busy they were…like the day after Thanksgiving, every day. It wouldn’t surprise me if they had close to 100 people working. What a nightmare it must be to write a schedule that large. But all the employees were so nice…and they helped me find what I needed.

After Sephora I went walking. I walked so much that I later took a hop-on, hop-off bus tour for 2 hours just to get off my feet. I didn’t have to pay the full price – it was late, and I told the driver I only wanted to get on for an hour or two. We negotiated the price and he told me I could get off in 2 hours. Thirty-nine euros seemed like a lot to pay for a bus ride no matter how long or how many days it was for. I’m so tired I’ll wait to get my free weights another day. I made a list of people to send postcards to. I want to remember Nicdadya’s name at the hostel and get Irene’s LA Fitness address for her souvenir. I’ll bet she’ll be surprised.

T-shirt souvenirs are always a good gift.

I need to get a little fruit at the market and spend the heavy change I have. One- and 2-euros weigh A LOT. Maybe carrying all that change helps to keep French women thin! (If only, right?) I also need to organize my money and put it all in my locker. And pray. And reorganize my stuff. And work on my CV and set up my account for possible teaching jobs. And write Wells Fargo’s international number in my luggage and keep it with my passport.

Let’s hope Miss Irritating doesn’t crinkle her water bottle again tonight. Notes to self: I LOVE TRAVELLING. I’VE LEARNED TO TAKE THE GOOD WITH THE BAD. A BAD DAY IN PARIS IS BETTER THAN A GOOD DAY ANYWHERE ELSE. I like the last statement the best.

Salut !

Image of Sephora on the Champs-Ellysees by the author. All other images by Can Stock Photo.

Paris Trip Day 2

Leave a comment November 9, 2016 Elsa Fridl

The first picture I took when I went sightseeing in Montmartre.

Wednesday. I slept and stayed in bed until just after 2:00 P.M. At 10:00 A.M. I was roused by a roommate who told me I had just missed breakfast! I didn’t want to get out of bed, I was so wiped out from leaving at night and travelling. (I’m not much of a night person.) After showering I went walking to see the neighborhood and take some pictures. I decided I was so hungry I didn’t want to walk around too much before I ate. I found Le Basilic on a strip of land quite close to Plug-Inn Hostel. I was the only patron there it was so early: the French tend to eat fairly late. The food was so good: 2 appetizers, one being salmon with avocado, bread, wine, Perrier, salad, and Cappuccino. All to the tunes of Barbara Streisand and French music playing sweetly in the background. It was fantastic! My first real meal in Paris for this trip, and one of the best meals I’ve ever had. I can’t wait to eat at Le Basilic again.

Inside Le Basilic in Montmartre.

Le Basilic in Montmartre serves the best food I’ve ever had. I ate there six times during my month-long stay in Paris.

I went walking around Montmartre, Pigalle and Clignancourt. Right across the street from the Moulin Rouge I saw a sign peeking through scaffolding for the Gold Hotel. When I walked in, the man at the desk was on the phone. Nonchalantly, I gazed up at a framed piece of paper, and noticed it was a posting of their room rates. I tried not to react when I noticed that a single room was 140 euros. I knew it was the slow season so I might be able to get a better rate. After he hung up the phone and we greeted each other in French (and then I asked him if he spoke English, which he did), in my best confident yet feminine voice, I told him I would like a room for Saturday, since the place I’m staying at for a month doesn’t have room for me for one night. We talked about what I wanted in an une chamber (room), though I honestly don’t remember if I asked for a King- or Queen-sized bed. I asked whether une chamber avec douche et WC (the room had a full bathroom), and he said “Yes, of course.” (Some don’t.) We talked about everything except price. Finally, I could tell he was weighing how much he was going to charge me. Being the good negotiator I am, I allowed him to bring it up and I didn’t rush him. He noticed I didn’t have luggage with me so he couldn’t determine my socio-economic status by the price of my luggage. He gave a good look at me and said, “Seventy euros for the night.” I told him that was acceptable, though inwardly I was celebrating. He then asked if I wanted breakfast for an additional 10 Euros. I told him no, thank you, since I knew I could get back to the hostel for my free breakfast or grab something on the way back for half that price. He told me he didn’t require me to pay up front and I could cancel if I wanted to. He gave me a piece of paper that said I had a reservation and how much the room was, but it didn’t have the Gold Hotel logo on it; he said I would get that when I checked in. (How odd is that?) I walked out feeling pretty confident, since I was going to stay in a 3-Star Hotel (according to the literature I saw on the wall) for half price.

One of my roommates is here for the Photography Conference & Exhibition I read about before I left the U.S. Great! I told her I would love to come with her, or at least go to the exhibit. She said she might have to stick with her group which is being led by her instructor. I also met a French guy who visited one of the staff; he told me an organization is looking for people to teach English. (!) I need to think of all the things I’ve done that relate to teaching English (like substitute teaching, editing, writing, I’m a published author, I created the Essay Pyramid for international students). Unfortunately, when I went to take a shower I found out that my personal care items weren’t in my backpack…when did they go missing? I’m not happy having to spend money again for my personal care items, but I can’t believe I told myself not to skimp on security and then I did just that. I didn’t want to spend another $10 on a lock, and now I have to spend a small fortune re-buying personal care items. How many times do I have to ignore my own advice before I’ll learn?

I need to remind myself to change $200 to Euros tomorrow before I go shopping.

Salut !

Image of exterior of Le Basilic by Wikimedia Commons, CCBY 3.0. Other images by the author.

Foreward to 30-Day Paris Trip Diary

Leave a comment November 7, 2016 Elsa Fridl

While luggage like this will likely get dirty, it is much easier to find among everyone else’s black luggage if it is lost.

For the next 30 days, I will be republishing my travel diary of my last Paris trip. With few exceptions, the diary will be published as I first wrote it.

I’m republishing it because of the many positive comments I received on it, and because, in all honesty, I am job-seeking, and I believe readers get an insight into who I am and how I think from reading it. I am skilled at planning events, coordinating details, and finding my way around foreign cultures. I take seriously that I am a representative of the United States while visiting other countries — and am well aware that locals make judgments of Americans based on their experiences of me — yet I can also laugh about situations of cultural confusion. Rather than getting angry at a misperception, I try to see it from the other person’s viewpoint. This is true not only while traveling, but in my every day life, as well.

So, without further adieu, I begin:

For the next 30 days, I will be publishing my travel diary that I wrote during my recent trip to Paris, along with additions based on my Filofax daily planner entries, receipts (what I kept), bank statements, cell phone records, and my long-term memory, which is significantly better than my short-term. I can remember beating the two fastest guys in the 100-yard dash in fourth grade, but if you ask me what I had for lunch yesterday I’d probably have to think about it. You will notice I make a lot of references to Rick Steves’ Paris 2014 guide book: I used it extensively during my trip. I can’t say enough good things about the travel advice Rick gives.

Sometimes I’ve talked about how much money I’ve spent and how I feel about it. I don’t go through life putting a price tag on everything because you can’t put a price tag on life experiences. I’ve talked about these experiences as information for my readers. (Hopefully, I have a few by now.) Also, some days I have a lot to say, and other days…not so much.

All names have been changed except for hostel management and public figures.

I make several references to the television program Seinfeld, so if an observation doesn’t make sense, it’s probably a reference to that program.

I make a few references to “Fancy Boy Idiots.” This is actually a pseudonym (or nom de guerre). I’m sure you can figure it out once you think about it.

Salut !

Image by Can Stock Photo.

5 Reasons to Love Paris in August – INSPIRELLE

Leave a comment August 1, 2016 Elsa Fridl

Source: 5 Reasons to Love Paris in August – INSPIRELLE

Paris plage (beach) along the Seine River.

Oh, how good it feels to be back! After a long absence, today I’m sharing Inspirelle’s post on why you should love Paris in August, along with a few suggestions for activities.

1. Fewer people in the city, period. When I was in Paris during the month of August, it was nearly a ghost town; the only Parisians I remember seeing were mostly older men playing boules in a park. Parisians, like all French people, take their holiday time (vacation) seriously, and August is the traditional month for it. In addition, tourists seemed few and far between. While some tourist attractions, shops, and restaurants close during August, much of Paris is still open, and since there are fewer people in the city, there are few, if any, lines to wait in.

2. Not much car traffic. If you want to drive in and around Paris, you won’t have to dodge traffic or worry about finding a parking space. Fewer cars on the road is also better for pedestrians: Remember, in Europe, cars have the right of way!

3. Much of Paris stays open. Many people believe that New York is Paris’s sister city in the U.S. But if New York never sleeps, then Paris always loves – there is always something to do to make you fall in love with the city, and for the city to love you back. The links below speak to how much of Paris stays open.

Restaurants open during August (per ParisByMouth.com)

Museums and cultural sites closed during August (per Paris Tourist Office)

4. Summer-only activities heat up. Since 2002, 5,000 tons of sand are trucked in every July to create two stretches of beaches: one that starts at the Louvre to Pont Sully along the Seine River, and the other on the Bassin de La Villete in the 19th arrondissement. The beaches are open from July 20 to September 4 in 2016, and are free to the public. Ice cream or a sandwich from a beachside cafe is extra. (!)

Port de Suffren in Paris, France.

After enjoying the sun by the beach during the day, why not dance the night away at Port de Suffren or attend the Paris Quartiers d’Ete festival? From July 14 – August 7, each arrondissement offers their own live entertainment, exhibits and theatre performances. Click here for the full guide.

5. Classical and rock concerts will make you want to sing. Rock en Seine is an annual, 3-day rock-n-roll event that features some artists I’ve heard of (Iggy Pop) and some I haven’t (Massive Attack, The Temper Trap), but no matter, it’s really geared to the younger set, anyway. It runs from Friday, August 26 through Sunday, August 28 in the Domaine Nationale de St. Cloud. Tickets: 3-day tickets cost 119 euros, single day for 49 euros. Click here to purchase tickets from Rock en Seine’s website.

If a rock concert isn’t your style anymore, perhaps a classical concert in a botanical garden is. The Festival Classique au Vert (“Classic Green Festival”) runs from August 6 to September 18 in the Parc Floral in the 12th arrondissement. Admission to the parc is 6 euros. Orchestras and international artists play at Parc Floral.

I believe Paris is always a good idea. Don’t you?

Au revoir!

Elsa

Image of Paris Plage along the Seine River by Laura Cuttler, 2013, Flickr, CCBY 2.0.

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As a Blogger on Paris, I Went ‘Missing.’ Here’s Why.

Leave a comment April 15, 2016 Elsa Fridl

Aaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhh. Not another technological glitch. Not again.

I am a blogger on Paris. I write about travelling there, navigating the City of Light, recommend hotels and restaurants, and cultural misunderstandings. I started to do this after I suffered a major blow in my life and lost everything. As luck would have it, I came into a windfall not long afterwards, and I decided what I needed most was a change of surroundings — to travel — and nowhere else speaks to my heart like Paris.

So off to Paris for a month I went. Since it was my third time there, I had already seen the major sites, but I revisited many of them, especially the Eiffel Tower, since my pictures of Paris were among my many possessions that were lost. I savored every French sign, every cappuccino, every meal, every daybreak, as though it would be my last. While there, I decided that what I wanted most was to be involved with France in any way I could. Although I had travelled prepared with my resume on a USB to apply for jobs while in Paris, when I went to print it, the resume disappeared without a trace from my USB and the computer. So I decided when I got back to the U.S., I would get involved with France in any way I could. Since I like to write, I decided to blog about Paris, with the hope that it would open a door for me to live and work in France.

I love what I do, though I admit I’m doing a different kind of writing than I imagined. Blogging about my experiences in Paris, like I did when I published my travel journal last July, is a different kind of writing than writing recommendations on travel gadgets I haven’t used and hotels I haven’t stayed in. Still, I wanted to expand my blog’s horizons by featuring a monthly series on Fridays: first on destination weddings in Paris, and then on adding French flair to your home. While writing the third post in the latter’s series, the post seemed to acquire a mind of its own and decided, unequivocally, it didn’t want to be finished. I lost the internet connection every two minutes (I know the timing because WordPress helpfully lets me know). Images wouldn’t load. The post wouldn’t update. Oddly, I didn’t have much trouble visiting other sites. Sure, my computer seemed a bit slower than usual, but I didn’t lose the internet connection while visiting other sites. I checked EVERYTHING, especially with my web host. They said, Nope. No trouble here. I was left scratching my head trying to figure out why I couldn’t finish this post….because, no, I DON’T actually believe a post can have a mind of its own.

Then I remembered I had recently acquired a new smartphone, because, SURPRISE, my 16-month old smartphone decided to STOP WORKING ON THE EXACT SAME DAY AS MY TIME RAN OUT ON MY PAY-AS-YOU-GO PHONE that I’ve had since 2008. Talk about coincidence. My life is full of them!! (Take that, my fellow Seinfeldians.) And I use the smartphone’s HotSpot for my blog, because the owner of my house can’t tell me how to use the FIOS internet connection. Which I pay for. God, I love my life.

Anyway, I digress. I called my phone carrier, and sure enough, after we deleted the settings for my HotSpot and re-selected them, my phone became so fast that the technician helping me told me my phone was “so blazing fast” that it was faster than his — and his building has a cell tower on top of it! Naturally, the pages don’t continue to load as fast as when I had him on the phone, because a car never works the same way after you leave the mechanic. But at least I’ll be able to finish the post that I had to table.

So. I wanted the few readers I have out there in cyberspace that I DID NOT die, I WAS NOT kidnapped by aliens, and I DID NOT lose interest in my blog. Luckily, I had a draft ready to publish during this time. Afterwards, I concentrated on my French lessons (“Learn French with Alexa” on YouTube) to get re-energized and back on track. To this end, I decided that, from time to time, I am going to write a post about my experience as an American trying to get to France, as in, living and working there.

See you next week.

A bientot! (See you later!)

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