Things we won't & will miss about Paris...

We are almost ready to leave, so we decided to make a list of will and won't miss.

WE WON'T MISS: 

Josh: dog poop, crowded metro, my apartment, the accent on french words, pickpockets, the rain, rats, the homeless, homeworks, the teachers...

Isa: the waiters in the restaurant, the teachers, the bank, the drunks and the homeless all over the city, the dirt, the rain, the dry-cleaning close to home, the security doors in the metro, the stairs to our front door, the smell in the metro, the weirdos all over town, the hairsalons, our noisy neighbors, the dust on the furnitures, carrying luggages in the metro without elevators, the clercks in public offices, Orange telephone customer service...

WE WILL MISS: 

Josh: crepes, baguettes, pain au chocolat, the view from the Eiffel Tower, the museums, my friends,
casual conversations with people you just met, going to buy groceries across the street all by myself, staying at home while mom and dad are having dinner in a close by restaurant, macaroons...

Isa: the musicians in the metro, the fromagerie and the boulangerie at the corner of the street, picnic in the public parks with cheese and wine, the old buildings, the cabblestone, the health system, my friends, the moules frites, the escargots, the courtyard of our apartment, free museums for the kids, the ads , my colleagues, the monokini, the farmer market every other day, the English bookstore close to the school, my Monday morning coffe-breaks with the other moms, walking around the city at night without fear, not using a car, the poems, french books, the chocolate store, crepes, les baguettes aux cereals, my Navigo card, rock salt, my son talking in French, smoking in a bistro, concerts in churches...

Catamaran stage at Ile d'Arz

The decision of sending Josh to a one week sailing stage was part of the deal: you work hard to learn French, then you'll get as a reward an entire week sailing on catamarans with other kids in the Golf de Morbihan (Bretagne). He did it. So we enrolled him with Jeunesse et Marine, a well know organization here in France,  we provided him with all the necessary equipment (40 kg in the backpack....almost as much as he weights!!!)  and here he was, ready to board on a train with a group of other French kids. Of course I gave him a mobile phone, just to be sure he could contact me. 

At first, I was somehow worried.... I wouldn't see him for a whole week, the kids in the group were a bit older than him (13 - 15 y.o.) and, even worse, all of them spoke only French. Would he survive? During the first hours, it was all about texting messages and calling back several times. Then, magically, the phone stopped ringing and whenever he called me or sent me a message, it was only to let me know that everything was great and that he was having a great time. 

Just for informative purpose, this is the place: 

The train trip took about 5 hours, after which they arrived at the campsite. The kids (24 overall) were assigned to big tents (6 kids in each)....I can only imagine the mess at the end of the week. Supposedly they had day shifts so that someone would keep it clean but apparently no-one seriously supervised them...

Their day started at 8 am, with breakfast (caffe latte and cookies) then the daily briefing about safety, manoeuvres and knots. After that, they spent spent all day on the catamarans: 3 kids on each catamaran and the moniteurs (coach) on the motor boat following them and giving them (actually, yelling them...)directions and instruction. 

The environment was very friendly and the camp supervisors were fantastic: Josh had so much fun and made a lot of friends. He learned how to make some knots (noeud de chaise, en huit, de cabestan), he learned the technique of tacking and beating, port and starboard, etc. He was also allowed to build his own bow and arrow. Cool! Of course, being surrounded by older kids, he learned all other terms, cursing mostly, in French (at least back in LA the other class mates won't understand...). They had sailing competition but also "passing gas" and "burping" competitions, much more amusing! What do you expect when parents are not around!
At the end of the week, all the kids packed their belongings and went on an 2 days adventure to conquer a small island, set up a bivouac camp, eat and sleep there and then come back. 
Overall, it was a great experience. I am so happy that he did it and we hope he'll continue next year. 
The worse part of the entire adventure was when I opened his back pack....OMG !!!!!!! 

 

Welcome back !!!!

We missed you so much!! 
Love, 
Gio, Isa & Beppe

School is over !!!!!! Arrivederci !

After endless dictation tests, math, history, geography, poems,  painful spelling and grammar exercises, countless hours in the class, exhausting home works, several field trips...the school year is over. It seems impossible but it's true. No more 6:45 am alarm clock, no more rushing to the metro, no more Mme P. 

Josh made it, we made it. 

Pretty soon we'll be back to our "regular" life in L.A. and French will only be a weekly class in Pasadena. 

It's been hard but exciting...and the memories will last forever. The people we met, these amazing kids, full of energy, passion and enthusiasm, their parents, so inspiring and brave, with their incredible background of experience. We laughed, we supported each other, we visited together this city, we had breakfast and dinners together, play dates, we kept in touch for emergency situations, we shared fears, disappointments, but also happiness and pride for our kids. In this city where we were all, more or less, foreigners, we bound and held on to each other as a team. Without the kids and the parents we met, this whole year would have been impossibly hard. 

Each of them has his/her spot, in my memory, in my heart. Each of them shared some of their time with us and I will always cherish their friendship. 

last day of school in front of EABJM

the Cafeteria next to the school

at "Cafe' Cosmos" for our last coffee after drop-off

farewell party at Square Saint - Lambert

As a dear friend once reminded me, “Arrivederci” in Italian,  means “until we see each other again”. So, to all of you, arrivederci and thanks for this year.

Puck and other "encounters" at the Bois de Boulogne

Today, for some inexplicable reason, it wasn't raining...such a surprise! After spending one week in planning how many raincoats and umbrellas and boots I should have packed to go to the Bois de Boulogne, all of a sudden I realized that a simple t-shirt would just do it. I've never been to this park, even thought it's just around the corner where I work. So I thought that the regular planning with my interactive metro-line application would be enough. Soooo wrong. As soon as we were out of the metro, I looked at the directions on my smart-phone...and I realized that this stuff is not smart at all. How on earth can a GPS application give me directions when it can't locate me without less than 4 km approximation? That's the entire Bois de Boulogne. As a matter of fact, we got lost. We went all the way north just to realize that we were heading toward the wrong direction...the blue arrow still immobile on my screen. Stupid app! Finally I got in touch with a friend of mine who was already at the Jardins de Shakespeare and she gave me some advice. So we walked...approximately half an hour. 

It was 2 pm and there were thousands of families in the park, playing, sunbathing, reading or just having their picnic. Kind of an awkward setting for prostitution, right? In fact when Josh asked me what was that "lady" doing, with her short skirt, sitting right in the middle of the curb...I didn't even have the time to come up with some ridiculous and totally false explanation...I just splatted the truth right in front of him: nothing, honey, she's just selling sex for money! Yeap! Like that....Just the time for him to turn around and give her another quick interrogative look, that the "lady" was carried away by a client in his car. No more comments from my son. I know I can't hide him forever from the ugliness of this world, but I wish I was less direct.

We finally joined the group of parents from the school, had a quick lunch then we entered the open-air theater where the "Midsummer Night's Dream" was played. Four girls from Josh's class were acting in the play and they were absolutely wonderful.  The setting was incredible: the Théâtre de Verdure is considered, for good reasons, one of the most beautiful open-air theatres in the world.

The audience sits on a large lawn around which are planted the flowers, trees and plants, so that the stage is completely natural and perfect for the play: the actors came on stage from different entrances and exits, and there are all sorts of narrow paths and steps for the cast to gamble around. The Théâtre de Verdure is worth a visit even if no performance is scheduled. Of course, you'll have to work hard to find it, first! 

The picture above? There is an explanation: the weather, this crazy Parisian weather, as usual played a trick on us: this time it wasn't the rain, quite the opposite. We spent 2 hours and 15 minutes burning and sweating under the torrid sun. Some of us literally collapsed!
Can't we just have a regular day? Can't there be something in between a thunderstorm and a Saharan sun? I'm puzzled...

The boys are back!!!!

Last Friday, while I was giving a talk at a conference here in Paris, Giuseppe took Giovanni to the Train Station in Montparnasse: I couldn't believe it. He was going with the school for a vacation-trip to Belle Ile en Mer, in Bretagne. Already? Yes, he is no longer in kindergarten. The group was formed by two classes: the Adaptation class (with 4th and 5th graders kids who mainly speak English and are learning French) and another class of 4th and 5th graders in regular French class. Total: 40 kids and one brave (or should I say crazy?) teacher, Mrs P. accompanied by a couple of supervisors. 

They took the train from Montparnasse Station and after five hours of train plus half hour of boat-trip, they arrived in the Domain that hosted them. 

The place is actually huge, around 50 acres and has horses, animals, playground, soccer field, etc. etc. The kids, who weren't allowed to bring with themselves any electronic device, discovered that there is so much more than video games and TV in life...like  hiking, playing on the beach, catching crabs, playing soccer and they also writing a book, with the help of a poet who instructed them every day: the title is "Je suis amoreux d'une pirate" and tells the adventures of a Canadian boy named Horatio who falls in love with a pirate named Laure. Extremely well done!

Final drawing, by Giovanni Sebastiano

They even had a party of the last night, with music, stroboscopic lights and dance! What a blast! That's when all the drama about who was going to invite who started!!! Already? I guess so....

Of course not everything went perfectly well, as we expected: Giovanni was once sent out of the dormitory room since he tried to engage the other kids in a pillow fight just before bed time....and he was caught by the supervisor! 

During the entire week, we weren't allowed to call them: the only communication system available was a recording machine on which Mme P. and the kids would leave their messages for the parents in the evening. Great system! 

Here he is, back at the train station: when I arrived, I saw a crowd of mothers and fathers, surrounded by kids with their luggage and I couldn't see my son...then....a kid step out of the crowd and start running toward me, jumped on me and hugged me: Giovanni!!!!! How much I missed him!

Le temps a laissé son manteau

Le temps a laissié son manteau
De vent, de froidure et de pluye,
Et s'est vestu de brouderie,
De soleil luyant, cler et beau.

Il n'y a beste, ne oyseau,
Qu'en son jargon ne chante ou crie
Le temps a laissié son manteau
De vent, de froidure et de pluye.

Riviere, fontaine et ruisseau
Portent, en livree jolie,
Gouttes d'argent, d'orfaverie ;
Chascun s'abille de nouveau
Le temps a laissié son manteau.

                                by Charles d' ORLEANS

Cooking class....for adults

I couldn't return back in the U.S. without having take at least once a lesson in French cuisine. I signed up with Linda, via the Internet, a session offered by the La Cuisine Paris: 

the menu included stuffed quail, roasted vegetables and chocolate mousse.

The location already is incredible: a small boutique overlooking the Seine in quai de l'Hotel de Ville. 

On the first floor there is a simple but elegant room with shelves full of cookbooks and cooking tools (look at this biscuit cutter....)

followed by a small reception area where two nice young ladies confirmed our reservation. Upstairs a large kitchen and a central table occupy most of the floor, aside from a small dining area next to the window facing the river. 

 

When we arrived the oven was already hot, so we took our positions: each of us had a cutting board, a knife, bowls and an apron. In the center of the main table were standing all the ingredients (veggies, butter, eggs, chocolate, quails, cheese  ready to be cooked by us, the students. We wrote our names on the apron and then the Chef,  is affable and friendly, instructed us, step by step in the recipes: how to beat the egg whites until stiff, how to melt chocolate without burning it, how to cut the onions without letting out all the juice, how to prepare the filling for the quail, etc etc.  

All in a relaxed, friendly and jovial atmosphere. 

In the end, when everything was ready, we cleaned the work surface, set the table and tasted the delicious freshly prepared dinner. A real treat for the palate.

  

Cailles farcies avec legumes de saison rotin

mousse au chocolat

My friend Linda, who was in a very bad mood at the beginning of the evening due to some problem with her Visa application, left the place relaxed and happy, "cured" by this wondrous meal, just as int "Babette's feast" where old quarrels are healed and past sins forgiven while the guests are initiated to the pleasure of life! 

Absolutely an amazing experience. Next time .... baguettes?