Best. Sandwich. Ever.

So I haven't made it to the Picasso exhibit yet. A two hour line is just unacceptable. I tried making friends with the guard, sneaking in the back door, joining a German tour group who already had tickets...to no avail. At some point soon I'll give in, but not yet. Also, I refuse to visit any more museums until Parsons gives me my student card that they owe me, which should give me free entrance or at least un tarif reduit to most places.

So instead, I spend my time hanging around the crepe guy at the Marché des Enfants Rouges. He's about 60, and says things that are probably quite vulgar (I haven't mastered French slang yet, still working on verb conjugations). There is always a massive line in front of his little kiosque, but I don't mind waiting because something interesting always happens. Like yesterday, this little French toddler became obsessed with my leg, and stood there stroking it for about 10 minutes. Its parents and the entire line behind us were on the floor laughing. 

Finally, when I get to the front of the line, gourmet miracles occur. Yesterday he made me a sandwich that made everyone else in line order what I was having. It consisted of lettuce, avocats, tomatoes, caramelized onions, fresh rosemary, mint?, some other spices from an unmarked bottle, chevre, mushrooms, carrots, olive oil, honey, and lime...and somehow all of this fit into a freshly made crepe. Then he gave me a lesson on how to make sure nothing falls out. Then he gave me a gift of some sort of delicious bread wrapped around walnuts and something mysterious. 

I'm in love. 

Picasso + Delacroix.

On my third visit to the Louvre in 3 weeks, I decided to skipped Napoleon's porcelain collection (blue and white flowers start to get a bit dull after awhile), and in honor of my visitors, headed straight for the major tourist destinations: Mona Lisa, Nike of Samothrace, and the Venus de Milo. After checking these things off the list, we wandered into a huge room in the Denon Wing, where there was a temporary exhibit set up comparing Picasso's paintings/sketches and the Delacroix painting that inspired them: "Femmes d'Alger." Intended to coincide with a major exhibition happening right now at the Grand Palais called "Picasso and his Masters," this was a little sneak preview for me. Apparently the d'Orsay has a similar set-up with Manet's "Déjeuner sur l'herbe." 

I'm making a beeline for the Grand Palais tomorrow morning, hopefully early enough to beat the massive line that has snaked all the way to the Champs since it opened in early October. I promise a full report.

La Tour Eiffel.

A few of my favorite aunts are visiting this week, so clearly we headed straight for the Eiffel Tower and other such hot spots. Every night, the tower turns blue in celebration of Europe (and the current EU presidency) and then it twinkles every hour on the hour for ten minutes at night.  This twinkling effect is very cool from afar; it is like million shooting stars, a diamond tiara. Not so from the balcony on the top. From there, it seems like I'm at a club with strobe lighting and I've had too much to drink. Or like a thousand alarms are going off, signaling for me to get down. Nice view, but better not to mess with the sparkles.

This was sent to me, and it is freakin' adorable.

I think I need to learn French from babies. 

http://jezebel.com/5085456

A "no go"

The Comme des Garcons collection for H&M opened yesterday. Yes, like the rest of the world I rushed to check it out. The most noteworthy aspect was the mob of people standing on the sidelines with clipboards, probably spies from the Swedish headquarters. I was totally under-whelmed by boring polka-dot sweaters. Black trench coats? We all already have one.

Really, it ain't that cool. Save your money for the ice cream truck.

Fate, or something like it.

The strangest things have been happening to me lately. Not only did I again find euro bills on the ground, but I also made money buying lunch yesterday because the cashier at the boulangerie gave me back triple the amount of change (I only realized it later, I promise). Also, people keep winking at me and telling me to not worry about the extra 30 cents...just round down. Is this normal? 

Last night, had a very strange dream about a friend that I haven't talked to in awhile, only to find her blog sent to my inbox in the morning. Then today I saw three little rats running along the benches in the metro station. 

I think all of these things are connected. I think a fortune teller is in the agenda for tomorrow. Or maybe just a cup of coffee with lucky grounds at the bottom.

I think they painted the street pink to cover up the disgusting amount of dog crap--old ladies simply refuse to clean up after their french poodles.

Another reason why I'm in Paris...

Notre Dame.

Sarah Moon's 12345

French photographer Sarah Moon has an exhibit at Galerie Obscura in Paris. A fashion photographer in the broad sense of the genre, her black and white works are stunning. This may be my favorite exhibition for Mois de la Photo, so far.

If anyone's interested in more info, I've been writing  Mois de la Photo press releases for Paris Voice-a webzine for English speaking Parisians.

Some days.

Salon du Chocolat

These pictures are less than ideal, due to the absurd amount of people at this event...most of whom were screaming children that definitely didn't need any sugar.

Aside from this aspect, the Salon du Chocolat rocked. Free samples, chocolate sculptures, chocolate fountains, chocolate flowers...it was like Willy Wonka's chocolate factory in real life.

The only disappointment besides the screaming children, was not being able to find miniature chocolate Eiffel Towers, which were going to be Hanukah presents this year.

It comes to New York this weekend, by the way.

www.salonduchocolat.fr

Finally.

Old vs. New

If anyone has been reading the NY Times lately (and I think you have because I've gotten lots of emails), you probably know about their travel story, "36 Hours..."

In October, they featured my neighborhood in Paris, and then exactly one week later they wrote about the town where I grew up. Coincidence? Oh, I think not.

Check it out.

Paris

*I partake in the "Lunchtime Odyssey" that is the Marché aux Enfants Rouge, everyday. It is literally around the corner from my apartment, and I'm in love with the man who makes the crepes.

*I eat at L'as du Fallafel like it's my job. A mere 5 euros for a delicious pita stuffed with so many things that it's always a surprise to discover what's on the bottom.

Charlottesville

*I'm sorry, but someone must have paid this writer to make the comparison to ancient Rome. A compliment to TJ for sure.

*Have I not been totally obsessed with the Kluge-Ruhe Aboriginal Art Collection for a reason? It's amazing. Maybe now people will actually go there.