The last few sunny days
Upon reflection, I realize that I probably dedicate way too much time in this space to talking about the weather. Acknowleding that, allow me to proceed in this post by talking about it some more: I’m not exactly sure Paris knows how to “do” Fall. Since I last wrote, about a week ago, the weather has switched from being near-winter cold, dark and rainy to being sunny and 70+ degrees every day. I mean, is it really so hard to get one crisp, sunny Fall day around here? All I want is to walk down a street with red crunchy leaves falling everywhere and with the scarf around my neck keeping me from being too cold, or too hot. But then again, I guess this is Paris—a city that I am almost positive knows how beautiful and mysterious it is and so it is most likely making up for that with moody and disagreeable weather. You know, just because it can.
(Side note: I really wanted to make Paris have a gender right there, by saying “just because she can.” I’m not sure why, but it seems more fitting. I think that’s a very traditional way of handling cities, and not very politically correct. But am I wrong in thinking Paris would be a woman?)
Anyway, in other complaints, I’ve discovered that working with kids has had the convienent side effect of increasing the amount of germs I’m exposed to by, oh, let’s say 200%. It was a real sight watching the 4-year-old I take care run around with his copains at the park, seeing snot running down their noses and (!) seeing them wipe their faces and hands all over each other. Needless to say, I’ve been sick now for the better part of the last week and a half, and if there’s one thing I hate more than being sick when the bad weather comes, is being sick when the weather turns muggy and hot. I like when things are in their place—including the weather and the appropriate times to get sick.
With all of that considered, I think it’s necessary for myself to have some perspective. For one thing, this was my breakfast yesterday morning, at a boulangerie about a ten minute walk from my apartment. Last year, this boulanger won the award for the fourth best baguette in Paris. Seeing as this is Paris and the standards are as high as it gets, 4th place—eh, I’ll take it. If you can’t tell from the photo, I got a croissant and an expresso. And it was perfect. The walk there, early in the morning with the endless rush of impossibly chic Parisien men and and women on their way to work, wasn’t bad either. Especially when listening to this on the way.
That is actually, embarrassingly enough, my first real croissant in Paris. The only other ones I’ve eaten since being here have been in airports and they kind of taste like ones you kind find back home in the States—as in very far from good enough. I have a feeling this croissant might serve as a gateway drug of sorts, because I was eyeing the chausson aux pommes, pain au chocolat, kouign aman and the dense, heavenly-looking croissant aux amandes pretty heavily, too. Maybe I’ll save those for a weekend.
If you can’t tell from the continued lack of recipes around here, I still haven’t really been cooking or baking anything. Today I heated up some quiche lorraines, and hey they were pretty good! And earlier this week I was eating leftover homemade chocolate mousse from my host mom’s dinner party, and that was really, really good. But besides that, the food hasn’t been anything to write home about. I hope that changes soon, but eh, no promises! (I do believe statements like that are how you keep a strong blog following, yeah?)
But what I do have to share is just a few snaps during the sunny, hot days we’ve been having. I personally am hoping Paris makes up her mind and commits to Fall—even with the dark and gloomy chill that may come with it. I suppose sunny skies do make for prettier pictures, though.
And one final rambling note: I used to think that La Tour Eiffel was a monument that was extremely over-hyped. I mean, you see silly scrawls of the thing on just about everything, and everyone and their mother who goes to Paris snaps photos of it constantly. And then I got here, and realized that it is pretty near perfect. It is elegant and beautiful and effortless-looking, and I love it. I never get tired of seeing it, and each time I do, I still can’t believe that I live here and that this is my city. Snotty kids’ noses and moody weather considered, I am lucky.