Happy Holidays, from the Métro

This afternoon I was weaving through the Opéra métro station, trying to find the most efficient exit to get to l'Avenue de l'Opéra. The station is currently under renovation, and the signange is having a hard time keeping up with the changes in navigation. I got a bit lost, ended up on another train platform, but eventually made my way towards an exit. Before I took the stairs to get above ground, I found a table with coffee machines and mini crossaints being handed out by RATP (Régle Autonome de Transports Parisiens) employees. There was a sign that said that the staff of métro line 8 invited you to have a coffee with them, as a celebration of conviviality or something like that... It was the nicest gesture the métro has made to me all year, and almost made me forget about the grève. Almost.

presidential drama

From Emily, our resident Arizonan living in Paris:

From today's NY Times story about Sarkozy and his new supermodel girlfriend, whom he took to Disneyland Paris.

"LCI, the all-news television channel, devoted much of Monday morning to the story, largely ignoring the international donors' conference for the Palestinians, for which Mr. Sarkozy was the host. During a call-in period, a number of French callers expressed delight that their president may have found love again. One female caller named Claudine said it was a "good Christmas tale." But other commentators were less kind. "I have to say the news shocked me deeply," wrote Pascal Riché, an editor of the political Web site rue89.com. "What shocked me wasn't Carla Bruni, but the pathways of Disneyland Paris."

I got kind of a kick out of this. You have to love France, where the scandal lies not int the president getting divorced in October, or getting involved two months later with a supermodel/pop star but in the fact that they went to Disneyland. :)

The NYTimes article in question: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/12/18/world/europe/18france.html?_r=1&ref=todayspaper&oref=slogin

reflections from the city of lights

Every once in a while when i'm walking around the city, the realisation that i live in Paris hits me like a wave of awesome. I realise that for people who have lived and worked here their whole lives, it's not that special; but for a Great Canadian Prairie kid like me, Paris is a wonderful, magical place. Around every corner lurks something of enormous cultural or historical significance. Under each street - each cobblestone - lies the essence of some two thousand years of human habitation. Ah, Paris; the epicentre of all that is French, and by definition, one of the cornerstones of western civilization.

I am astounded daily by how this city works. How it moves and hums and beats to a rhythm that is entirely its own. In many ways, life here moves much faster than it did any where i've ever lived - and in others, it plods along at speeds that could only be described with adjectives like "epic" and "mythic". Yes, Paris is a good place to be, as long as you don't actually need to do anything. But that's not why i'm here - if i wanted to invest in businesses and advance my career, i would never have left North America.

But i did leave, and each day that i'm gone is a re-affirmation of my reasons for doing so. Even now, as the season the locals affectionately refer to as "winter" is setting in, i still find myself in absolutely no hurry to be anywhere, or do anything, ever. That isn't to say that i'm lethargic - quite the opposite, in fact! It's just that i'm not pressured anymore. Getting to work before nine is unthinkable. Lunch takes at least an hour - and there's usually a lovely side of fish involved. Yes, fish! Oh god, the food here is incredible. Montréal is easily the gastronomic capital of Canada, but so far, it doesn't quite measure up to its Old World counterpart.

Yes, life here is good - no, it's great - and i there's precious little i would trade it for at this very moment... well, i suppose i could probably be convinced if there were palm trees and little umbrella drinks involved, but only after very serious consideration.