Christmas Time in Paris

Hotel de Ville, Paris City Hall






Paris is in full Christmas bloom.













Tree in front of Notre Dame Cathedral.

Each of the 20 arrondissements, or districts, of the city identifies several business districts for street lighting. Hovering over the selected boulevards and rues are small, twinkly lights in various shades of red and blue and gold and white. Very subdued and tasteful, almost quaint in some cases. But at several locations scattered around the city there are far more spectacular displays of Holiday lighting.


The most impressive is along the Champs Elysée. The trees lining both sides of this wide boulevard for its two-kilometer length are covered with tiny, blue lights, many of which are twinkling. At the top, the Arc de
Triomphe is bathed in floodlights.











At the bottom, in front of the Tuileries Jardin, a mammoth Ferris wheel covered in white lights is surrounded by Christmas trees also lit up in white.










A more brilliant wall of light is found along the kilometer stretch of Boulevardd Haussmann occupied by the adjacent Printemps and Galeries Lafayette department stores.












It’s a madhouse of Christmas lights and of people that have come to view the clever animated window displays and to shop


Even the news last week of a bomb threat (and the finding of a stash of dynamite, minus any detonator, in Printemps department store) hasn’t seemed to make a dent in the throngs.





Then there are the
smaller scenes that linger. Like seeing Santa Clause driving a big delivery truck this morning. Or watching several people transporting their newly purchased small Christmas trees on their rented Vélib bicycles. Or salivating over the special Bûche de Noël cakes and gourmet foods displayed in the windows of pâtisseries and specialty food shops. Since the last note the weather has been very cooperative. Mostly cloudy with an occasional shower and highs in the low forties. One late morning last week we had a brief, heavy, wet snow shower which melted as soon as it touched the ground. This past week, though, it has warmed up about ten degrees and there have been a number of mostly sunny days.

Earlier this month we made a special four-day side trip to London. It had been over 20 years since we were last there. The Eurostar train by way of the chunnel is the way to go. It takes about 2 ½ hours to go from the center of Paris to the center of London.


Spectacular St. Pancras Railway Station from our Hotel in London



Customs is very simple and you need arrive at the station only a half hour before departure. Although the air travel time is less, the trip by airplane can take twice as long when you add in the transport time to and from the airport and the time to clear airport customs and security. And the price was cheaper by train. It cost us about $80 round trip each.








Heartman check into hotel.














Heartman visits Trafalgar Square.







While there we visited the British Museum (twice) and the National Gallery, both outstanding museums. We were especially impressed with how the paintings in the National Gallery were displayed and how they had been carefully restored to their original vibrancy. We spent far longer in both museums than we normally last. I think being able to easily read the English descriptions helps with this. Several things stood out:

• Meeting with our friend Inda for coffee near museum closing time and chatting away for almost three hours. She was our French teacher in Paris last year but moved to London this summer.
• Striking up a conversation with a host in the National gallery who gave us some insight into several of the paintings. She had complaints as to the arrangements, made by a new “American” curator, of some of the paintings– like two Vermeers that she thought should be side by side as opposed to be hanging in separate rooms.
• A special Babylonian Empire exhibition in the British Museum that was exceptional. Lots of very well preserved items including many cuneiform tablets. It’s the time of Nebuchadnezzar, the Tower of Babel, the Jewish captivity, Daniel and his interpretation of dreams, the lion’s den, the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, and much, much more. Yet the Empire lasted less that a century.
• Two long “tapestries” of pills representing the 14,000 pills taken on average during a lifetime by each man and woman going through the British Public Health System. They were accompanied by photos and brief descriptions of major health events in the lives of the man and the woman.

Heartman tries to make a phone call in a London phone booth. (See him pulling on the handle?)

All went well in London with one minor exception. We stayed at the modern Hotel Novotel next to the downtown St. Pancras Station where our train arrived. When we went down for our buffet breakfast our first morning, the lobby was dotted with many buckets catching the dripping from many locations in the ceiling. We were guided away from the hotel restaurant to a temporary location, a conference room, for our meal. A few days earlier someone had stuffed a towel down a toilet. This had precipitated in a cascading series of events that resulted in pipes being popped in numerous locations on the main floor. The buckets did not disappear not did the restaurant open until the morning of our departure. The complexities of a modern, large scale plumbing operation!! Some highlights of our past month:

• November 30 we moved out of our Villa Monceau apartment and temporarily relocated to a comparably sized apartment in the Marais for the month of December. This place, only a few minutes to Hotel de Ville or the Centre Georges Pompidou, is centrally located and much closer the city’s hustle and bustle. Although adequate, it is not nearly as well equipped and the internet access is more limiting. But it is nice to be able to experience a different neighborhood.

Our friend Trish is here in Paris for three weeks and we have connected with her a number of times around meals, walks, and visits to various places around the city. We had a nice dinner with here in our apartment tonight, Christmas Eve, and tomorrow she leaves for Boston.

• There were several thought-provoking exhibitions at the Palais de Tokyo. One that stood out was a photo of a handwritten poem in English titled “The Rampton Drip”. The page was covered with the words “drip-drop, drip-drop, drip-drop, . . “ written over and over and over again. At the very bottom of the page the words “will it ever stop” were written. Rampton is a prison in England.
• The Petit Palais was a pleasant surprise. It was closed for a number of years and I thought it was used only for special exhibitions. It turns out it has a permanent collection that covers twenty centuries of art and was well worth the visit. And interspersed with the permanent collection of the objects in the museum, mostly paintings, was a great contemporary photo exhibition. Nice juxtaposition of the old and the new. Since we did not see all of the permanent collection or the special exhibitions that were there, we’ll return for another visit.
• We took a trip out to see Musée Marmotten again. We last saw it about 4 years ago. This small museum, in Paris proper, but off the beaten path, has the world’s largest collection of Monet paintings as well as a number of works by his contemporaries, Berthe Morisot, Edgar Degas, Édouard Manet and Pierre-Auguste Renoir. Definitely worth a visit.

Enough for now.

Joyeux Noël et Bonne Année! Wendy & Dan December 24, 2008

Some Paris Treats

Paris Impressions 08-09 #3

Because of questions from the homeland I am starting with some comments about the weather in Paris this time of year. Most of the leaves have dropped since the start of the month and, although we have yet to have a frost, outdoor displays of flowers are not as plentiful. We still have some bright red geraniums surrounded by vibrant green leaves in our flowerboxes overlooking Villa Monceau. Since our last note about three weeks ago it has been mostly cloudy with an occasional patch of blue or a few drops of rain. Until Sunday the temps have hovered in the mid fifties during the day and low forties at night. But then they dropped 10-15 degrees and I shifted from a fall jacket to my winter coat. I maintained my cool appearance, though, since both are black. The up side is that there has been more sunshine.

A few weeks ago we got out a box of City Walks: Paris cards someone had left in our apartment. There are fifty cards in the box and each card describes a walk though a different neighborhood of Paris. One side of the card contains a description of the walk and the other a map of the route. And the card fits nicely in your pocket or handbag when you are out exploring. We picked the one that went around and through Luxembourg Gardens. These formal gardens cover several blocks and are attached to the Luxembourg Palace.

Luxembourg Palace

The palace was built long ago by Marie de Medici but now serves as the home of the French Senate and of the Luxembourg Museum.

The garden is edged on one side by a 12-foot metal pole fence painted black with gilded pointy tops. Temporarily attached to the fence were over a hundred large poster-sized photographs of the Artic and Antarctic. Compelling shots of scenery, polar bases, wild life, and, in the case of the Artic, small villages and towns accompanied by great photos of the people living there. One was of a boy playing with his dog outside of a hut in the snow. He lived with his parents alone at a remote weather station in the Russian Artic. He was always required to keep the dog with him when outside because polar bears are ranging farther a field to feed because of the melting ice.

One shot that was particularly moving to me was a photo of a group of Emperor penguins huddled together on a small ice floe surround by a vast expanse of ocean.


At the entrance to the gardens an older woman wearing an apron blackened with soot was roasting chestnuts over an open fire.

Fresh Roasted Chestnuts, ummm

She turned each of the roasting chestnuts with her coarse, blackened fingers with their heat resistant skin. We bought a bag and found them to be warm and soft inside and tasty.

The park was jammed with people of all ages;

families, dog walkers, couples, singles sitting on a bench reading a book or a paper, kids playing with their remote controlled boats on a large pond, joggers, tennis and petanque (bocce) players, and, just before closing time, a number of policemen. At 5:00 several dozen seemed to appear out of nowhere loudly tooting their shrill whistles and ushering us all out of the park. They were polite but efficient. Probably they didn’t get to go home until the park was cleared.

We have recently made several trips to the upscale area around L’Église de la Madeleine, the massive church built like a Grecian temple over 150 years ago, and the much older nearby Place Vendôme (with its six digit priced jewel encrusted necklaces).

Place Vendôme

Most of the higher price gourmet food, jewelry, fine art, and clothing stores (minus some devoted to high couture) have locations here.

Caviar at more than 200 euros for a small tin was on display in several windows along with small inlaid pearl caviar spoons. Sorry, but we weren’t Christmas shopping.

Caviar for your Sweetie

Lots of Choices of Caviar (for a price)

We stopped at Ladurée, a very nice patisserie and salon de thé.

It’s an old and almost over-the-top place with its mirrors and fancy molding and murals on both walls and ceiling.


It is famous for its macarons but we opted for a fancier sweet that was topped with gold leaf (!) and some out of this world hot chocolate.


And best of all the prices were reasonable. Speaking of macarons, Wendy and I have developed a liking for these delicious treats.


They should not be confused with the American macaroon, a confection of coconut, sugar and sweetened condensed milk. The original French macaron started out in the 17th century as a baked dome shaped mixture of sugar, egg whites, icing sugar, and ground up almonds. Over time they have morphed into a thick delicate cookie sandwich with various flavors and fillings between the two halves. For instance, today we purchased two from a nearby chocolate shop, one violet (color and flavor from the flower according to the clerk) and one chestnut. We passed on the licorice, the chocolate, and the lime. They vary in size from quarter to slightly larger than a silver dollar with the larger size being the most popular. And in price as well with the more expensive usually having a more tasty filling (like a good ganache for the chocolate ones) and the top and bottom crisp on the outside and soft on the inside.

And they can appear in shop windows in creative displays, like arranged on a cone sticking out from a frosted cake in Christmas tree fashion


or covering a ball that dangles from the ceiling or is balanced on a thin stem or,

more commonly, arranged in a colorful assortment of flavors in an attractive box.

From what I have read on the Internet they are labor intensive to make and aren’t the easiest thing to make properly. The best place in the world to get them is Paris. Although you can buy them in the U.S. they are not common and, in many cases, are only average in taste. This is likely to change, as they are fast becoming an “in” thing. Once you taste a few well-made ones, you will understand why.

Starting two weeks ago Christmas decorations began to make their appearance. Each day a few more seem to go up. Compared to when we were here in December four years ago there are many more of them.


Usually understated with small lights and not with the traditional deep red and green you see in the U.S. Various shades of pink with white are the most popular colors.


No Christmas music heard so far. Good!

The center of the mass-shopping universe in Paris is the two long blocks along Blvd Haussmann occupied by the side-by-side storefronts of the large department stores Printemps and Galeries Lafayette.


The weeknight we were there the entire two block length of sidewalk in front was mobbed with shoppers and the curious.


Crowds were huddled around each window looking at the animated displays. There were platforms in front of each window where small kids could step up and get a better look.


The outside of both buildings and some across the street as well were brightly lit with changing patterns of colored lights.


We spent some time looking at the window displays but decided not to go in. Instead, about 15 minutes later we were eating dinner in a small and plain Vietnamese restaurant called Pâtes Vivants located on a nearby narrow side street, rue du Montmartre. At this place, the window display was a cook making noodles for the various dishes served in the restaurant.


The food was quite good and very reasonably priced and we would go back again if in the area.

There are several special exhibitions we have seen since the last note:

• The major special show in Paris right now is “Picasso and the Masters” at the Grand Palais with minor offshoots on the same theme at the Louvre and the Musée D’Orsay. We braved the lines at the Grand Palais just off the Champs Elysée late one morning and were well rewarded. Picasso is famous for lifting segments or themes or techniques from the masters (like a face or a lighting situation or the draping of a dress) and incorporating these elements into his own paintings. But no way can these paintings be thought of as copies. It was very special to see the original of a Rembrandt self-portrait or a Goya nude or Degas’ painting of a woman drinking absinthe adjacent to one of Picasso’s showing his borrowing. Even if you weren’t excited by Picasso’s work, most people would find this exhibition informative and illuminating.

• This is Photography month in Paris and there are a number of special photo exhibitions throughout the city. We went to the Jeu de Paume exhibition space in the Tuileries Gardens to see one of the more heavily promoted ones. Lee Miller, an American originally from Poughkeepsie, NY, started as a model and was on the cover of Vogue magazine by the time she was 20 (1927). Later she went to Paris, interned with Man Ray, and later opened her own studio in New York City. She lived in Cairo for several years while married to an Egyptian businessman, and then moved to London. Her photography is categorized as surreal, carefully composed photos where the real is contrasted with the absurd. By far the most moving part of the exhibition to me was the section devoted to her experiences as a photojournalist for Vogue magazine in France and Germany during WWII. Seeing her well-written text and excellent shots side-by-side was very moving. Her description of her early arrival at a concentration camp, her anger expressed in her writings from Germany, and her description of Hitler’s Alpine retreat, Bergestgarten, and one of the photos showing her bathing in Hitler’s bath tub were especially powerful. An interesting woman.
  

• At the Musée Moderne de la ville de Paris we struggled through two rather large exhibitions, the first being of the Dusseldorf school of photography. Interesting, but because of the massive number of photos the exhibition registers of my brain soon became overloaded. After a well-needed lunch break we entered the Rauol Dufy section. Dufy painted in the first half of the 20th century and is know today mostly for his simple watercolors with colorful shapes partially outlined with black lines. The paintings are generally light and happy and easily accessible. Very commercial but enjoyable to see.

One of the more interesting restaurants we visited recently was one off rue Poncelet specializing in dishes from the Savoy region of France called Le Relais du Cha. Our intent was to go there for fondue. It took us only a few seconds of looking at the menu to realize that our stomachs weren’t large enough for both the cheese fondue and a chocolate fondue for desert. We opted instead to reserved the desert fondue for later and ordered a cheese raclette with salad. Our past experience led us to believe we would be served a dish of sliced potatoes covered with a thick, tasty raclette cheese sauce. To our surprise we were served a bowl of bubbling cheese on a warm stone and a bowl containing four ample sized, whole boiled potatoes. We each put a potato on our plate, cut it up, and scooped some of the melted cheese over it. More scooping followed. When our reservoir of cheese began to lower the waiter came over with a bubbling pot and refilled it. And when the potatoes vanished, four more appeared. Needless to say, we did not make it to the chocolate fondue.

Maybe the next time.

Dan and Wendy 11/25/08

Some Paris Sights

PARIS NOTES 2008 - 2009 #2

Paris definitely has different customs from the US.

I was sitting in a Salon de Thé on Blvd. Malesherbes slowly sipping my café crème

and picking at a pastry when I noticed a young, late twenties couple sitting at a table directly in my field of view. They both were quite attractive and were stylishly dressed. The man, with his dark completion and unshaven look, was totally dressed in black, including his black sports coat. The woman wore tight fitting jeans, black blouse, and a light jacket with a colorful blue scarf. Throughout their lunch they leaned in and talked to each other with their faces only inches apart. Occasionally, I could hear gentle laughter. When they finished eating he reached over, grabbed her scarf in both hands, and pulled her face close to him until their lips were softly touching – and held her there for a prolonged kiss. Just as they were about to get up she grabbed him by his coat lapels and pulled him to her and repeated the lips just touching exercise.

Last week we kicked into full tourist mode when Leslie, a friend of Wendy’s from her dancing past, spent six days with us. We took it all in (or almost all) – the Arc de Triomphe and busy Champs Élysées, the Musée D’Orsay with its impressive hoard of Impressionist paintings and more, the Musée L’Orangerie with its wrapped-around-the-wall paintings of Monet’s water lilies, a corner of the Louvre (limited by the combination of leg and eyeball fatigue), Notre Dame, Le Tour Eiffel now lit up at night with soft, blue lights and for 5 minutes each hour by twinkling white lights, a contemporary art exhibition at Place de la Bastille, the colorful,inside-out designed Pompidou Center with its modern art collection and its fantastic view of the city from the top floor, and many, many points in between.

She had never been to Paris and, with her background as an artist, was totally taken with the city. It was fun to share her excitement.

The weather wasn’t at its best but that did not dampen her enthusiasm in the least. That, coupled with tired feet, just meant we spent more time sipping café crème or tea or thick, dark hot chocolate in interesting cafés.

Yummy Dark Hot Chocolate!

A few Sunday’s ago we had lunch with Frédèric and Véronique at their apartment. This is a young couple we met on the train on our last trip to France. They both are interesting and speak good English. We had a wonderful luncheon accompanied with great conversation. A delicious Quiche Lorraine, salad, two desserts (one of which we brought), apps, and my first experience with escargot that I enjoyed (lots of garlic and butter did the trick). All of this was accompanied by several types of good wine. A very filling and enjoyable time.


Some other scenes since our last note:

• Listening to four violins and a cello in the beautiful Chapel Ste Chapelle. The lead violinist was outstanding and very moving. This is an impressive site for a concert both visually and acoustically, the only thing missing being the sunshine beaming through the site’s spectacular stained glass windows (it was after dark). (See our previous blog entry with 2 YouTube videos of this.)

• After a satisfying dinner at the nearby Villa Péreire biting into a chocolate moelleux, a crusty, circular individual chocolate cake with the inside filled with hot, melting dark, dark chocolate which was served on a white plate with strings of a raspberry sauce reduction arranged around the plate.

• Being totally exhausted after staying up until the wee hours of the morning watching the election returns – and going to bed totally satisfied – and having trouble keeping my eyelids open the next day. Note: Paris is 6 hours ahead of Vermont.

• Realizing that one can spend a lot of time standing in lines if one chooses to. I’ve bagged it several times recently – like the long line at the Musée D’Orsay’s special showing of their portion of the “Picasso and the Masters” exhibitions going on in the city or the long line at the nearby FNAC to get tickets to the Ste Chapelle concert (and going back a third time when the lines were shorter) or trying to get into a movie at the wrong time or avoiding the lines at Monoprix (the local grocery store) on a late Friday night where the lines cue because it is closed on Sunday or trying to get something to eat at the nearby boulangerie/patisserie at prime lunchtime hours or skipping the line waiting to climb the Arc de Triomphe when we were there. This turns out to not be a big thing since you can avoid the lines if you pick your times right.

• Enjoying the special exhibitions at the nearby Musée Jacquemart-André (Van Dyck) and the Musée de Luxembourg (“From Miro to Warhol”). Nice mix of the old and the new between to two sites.

Another “Paris is different” scene:

After leaving the Musée de Luxembourg we stopped for a café crème at the nearby Brasserie Au Vieux Colombier on the busy shopping street, Rue de Rennes. Seated behind me, and in Wendy’s line of view, was a very disparate French couple. The man appeared to be in his late 60’s, was bald, and was wearing a light colored hounds-tooth-check sports jacket. Very professorial looking. His companion was under 30 with long brown hair, wore minimal makeup, and was dressed in a tight, aubergine knit dress that dropped down to almost meet her boots coming up. The only thing we could hear from their focused conversation was her high pitched, coquettish laughter and, occasionally, his deeper chuckles. She was very flirtatious, frequently reaching across the table with both hands and slowly stroking his shoulders and arms and face.

After leaving we walked over to Rue Princesse near Cathedral Ste. Sulpice (a neat area to walk around) to hear a reading by the author David Sedaris at The Village Voice, an English bookstore. We missed him when he was in Burlington earlier this past summer. Despite getting there 45 minutes early the place was packed so we took the bus back to our apartment. C’est la vie.

A bientôt,

Dan and Wendy

11/07/08

It's a New Time in Our History

Post Election Day

What an historic time! Late last night we watched with great anticipation, the election results coming in over CNN, CNBC, and BBC. So poignant was the image of Jesse Jackson standing still, in the sea of celebrants, with tears just streaming down his face. What must he have been feeling, having seen the assasination of Martin Luther King, and made the historic run for the Whitehouse himself just 20 and 24 years ago? Now to finally see a man of color be elected by a landslide by our diverse population, to lead our country out of the huge problems we must now face. Together. Amazing.

At noon today, the fire sirens rang in our neighborhood for 5 minutes. I was thinking it was for the promise of a new day for international relations.

On the front window and door of an English speaking bookstore, here in Paris, was a big sign that read "Thank you Obama. Thank you America."

And I say Thank You, Marcella (and Chris) and Thank You, Karen as it was you and all the thousands and thousands of other individuals who left the comfort of their homes and took action to help our dreams to begin to come true again. Here they are in ACTION

Now the work begins-to end the wars that are draining our economy; to restore our economy for our children and grandchildren; to reverse climate change that threatens our earthly home; to become directly involved with our communities to start small actions that add up to big change, together.

Wendy

Vivaldi's Four Seasons in Sainte Chapelle

Tonight we went to a concert in Sainte Chapelle.

Check out the interior of this place where we heard a beautiful rendition of Vivaldi's Four Seasons! The second video of the music we heard shows some renovation that was being done at the time, but is completed now. Enjoy!

Getting Settled

Paris Impressions – 2008 – 2009 #1

October is a nice time to be in Paris. Not too hot and not too cold with light jacket weather for the most part so far. No frost yet. Not even close. There have been a number of sunny, perfect 10 days and a few overcast days with an occasional drizzle, but mostly it has been partially cloudy. The geraniums in our window boxes are still in full bloom and most of the leaves on the ubiquitous plane trees are still managing to hang on to their branches. Just right for exploring a city designed for walkers.


We have been living in an unusual state, for us, for the past year. Between 10 months living in a house in a constant state being ready to be shown and temporarily living with Rick and Sally, our very gracious hosts for 2 months, there has been a feeling of being unsettled. Lots of meals out or very simple meals in. Walking into our Villa Monceau apartment we felt immediately at home. Because of that, the dollar to euro ratio, and just what you do when you are somewhere for an extended period of time, we have been eating in most of the time. We will eventually “do it all” but stretch it out over a longer period of time.

We haven’t exactly been confining ourselves to our apartment, though. Some impressions/things/whatever:

• The United el cheapo sardine can treatment getting here. Our worst flying experience yet. And cutting my finger on a tiny knife I carry on my key chain (hush) while removing an excess prong on the headset provided – the stewardess ran out of the correct, one pronged version by the time she got to me.

• La Nuit Blanche, a one-night dusk until dawn series of artsy exhibitions (performances, art installations, etc.) at well over a hundred locations scattered throughout the city. Like a Cirque du Soleil ballet style performance by a man/woman (?) completely dressed in black moving slowly and smoothly up and down a long, narrow strip of white cloth dangling from the very high and ornate ceiling of the Cathedral St Merri. Or viewing brightly lit, life-sized sculptures of mannequins made of large salt crystals while my shoes were covered with cloth booties as I walked over the floor covered with several inches of salt. Or being jammed into Notre Dame Cathedral, not being able to see the stage because of
intervening columns and only barely being able to hear
the medieval music being performed there.


• Sitting on a park bench watching a budding tightrope artist honing his skills on a stretchy rope tied between two plane trees in Parc Monceau – until a park official politely made him pack up his equipment and move on.


• A few minutes later watching a completely baldheaded, very muscular man in his late twenties do warm-up exercises, then segue into shadowboxing under the tutelage of his similarly aged coach. Very graceful and fluid motions.

• Still lots and lots of black worn by Parisians of all ages and by both sexes, occasionally accessorized with splotches of bright color. Also the prevalence of high heels (la mode du jour) in non-tourist areas.

• The smell and taste of shrimp covered with grated ginger in a slightly sweet sauce having a hint of lemongrass and cilantro in a well appointed Vietnamese restaurant.

• Lunch at our apartment with Linda Quinet, a friend from previous visits to Paris. Nice to reconnect.

• The exhibition at the Maison Européenne de la Photographie, a frequent stop on our visits to Paris because the exhibits change frequently and are always interesting. Photography in a very broad sense here. Like a pair of simple women’s shoes made of soft leather with the soles cut out so you can see the bottoms on the wearer’s feet and the high heels bent at an odd angle so the wearer could not stand on them. A statement of some sort.




• And speaking of art, the many watercolors Wendy has been
turning out, especially one of a little girl and a woman strolling in Parc Monceau and the one of the first croissant we bought for breakfast.


• Hearing a voice behind us as we were walking just outside the Tuileries saying in Franglais, “Is this yours? I think you dropped it.” We turned and saw an attractive young woman holding out a large, plain gold ring toward us. We said it wasn’t ours and told her she should keep it. She talked with us a while, said she was from Croatia, and that is was her lucky day. As she started to move away from us she noticed some inscription on the inside of the band, then said she couldn’t keep it because she was Moslem, or something to that effect. We didn’t want it either (besides it was too light to be gold), but she kept insisting. When she finally got around to suggesting we needed to give her money for lunch or something like that for “good luck”, it finally dawned on us what was going on. And we walked away without the ring.

• Listening to the clear notes of a flute and a cello echo in the small Armenian Church in the 3rd arrondissement. Two talented musicians giving a very worthwhile performance.

Dan and Wendy
10/19/08