Classy Parisian

At Saint-SulpiceI don’t really have much to say for this post. My friend Jacqui took this photo and I am absolutely in love with it. To me, it looks super classy and reminds me of Paris as seen in films. When I look at this photo, this whole study abroad experience feels so far away. As if I am living a dream. On a daily basis, my life here in Paris is pretty simple and nowhere near magical. But it’s moments like this, captured in a photo like this, that makes me think, hey wait, my study abroad experience is pretty darn magical. I wonder how others are perceiving my experience though. I am living a pretty casual lifestyle here, but my photos might show otherwise.

Salut!

It’s been a very long time since I last posted. So here’s a brief recap of what I have been up to:

I went on a weekend trip to Brussels and Amsterdam. And ever since then, time moves so quickly. I keep thinking that I only went a week ago, but nope. I will dedicate a whole post to this…eventually. Then, I started an internship at EPITECH. I shall also dedicate a post (and many more) to this specific subject. I finished babysitting (I will elaborate on this, yet again, in another post) for personal reasons. I had tons of tests and presentations, up to the point where I had to really sacrifice sleep. That was not fun. I also finally went grocery shopping after going on a challenge to see how long I could last without buying groceries. It was grueling. Now why would I do that? Because over the months, I racked up random food that I left in the apartment and never got around to eating because I was no longer in the mood to eat. Then, I would keep buying new food that I was craving and that stack of unopened food just kept piling up. And I explored more of Paris, thankfully.

Basically, I just gave you a list of things that I will write about in the future. Well that’s lame. So I will dedicate the rest of this post to random snapshots of my life in Paris in November.

SCHOOL:
School has been relatively doable. Before I started school in Paris, I was quite nervous because all of my classes were going to be in French. THAT MUST BE SO DIFFICULT. But actually, in all honesty, it really has not. The fact that my classes are all in French rarely fazes me. Except in my art history class. I am one hot mess in that class. Otherwise, writing papers and, especially, doing presentations does not present much of a problem to me. I don’t know how. I don’t know why.

Random things I’ve noticed from my art history class, a.k.a. the only class I take with real French students: French students are not that great when it comes to presentations. They are very timid in front of the class. That’s a bit shocking, considering how much emphasis America puts on public speaking. Also, I just took a quiz that I totally bombed because my notes are absolutely horrific in that class. But if I was fluent in French, this quiz was super easy! So easy. Frankly, I am quite ashamed of myself.

ON THE CORNER OF MY STREET:
One plain old Wednesday afternoon, back on November 6th, as I was walking home from school, I saw tons of police officers standing on the sidewalks. Then, I heard loud honking sounds and soon after came a huge hoard of people marching down the street. It was an organized strike by veterinarians.Veterinarian strike Then, I saw Christmas lights up. CHRISTMAS LIGHTS UP. Everything is a bit strange here without Thanksgiving in between Halloween and Christmas. But also, Parisians barely, if even, celebrate Halloween. (And naturally, now in late mid-November, Christmas markets are in full-effect.)

Christmas lights in early November

And later, when I headed out to go to the doctor, people from the Milka company were standing on the corners of the sidewalks by my apartment handing out free Milka Tuc bars! Naturally, I planned out a way to get one without seeming aggressive and pushy and without missing my bus. It was a success! And delicious~ This all happened in just one afternoon. One very eventful afternoon. What happens on the corner of your street?Free Milka Tuc barAnd in terms of other foods, I went grocery shopping at U Express and saw some lovely tin cans of baked goods for sale. I gravitated towards that section, even after I bought everything I really needed. I couldn’t resist. They had some Magritte boxes, but the cookies didn’t look too appetizing. But, they also had this very pretty box of regular chocolate chip cookies. The box was what really sold me (and the fact that I haven’t had a regular chocolate chip cookie since I’d arrived). So I got it and wow, when I tried it at home, it blew me away! I really like these cookies. They’re not yummy like homemade fresh-out-of-the-oven cookies, but they are quite amazing as prepackaged crunchy cookies. I researched them a bit online and discovered that it’s a famous brand here in France and that they’re pretty high end. I mean, Galeries Lafayette sells them. Here they are in all their glory, Le Cookies de la Mère Poulard, from Mont Saint-Michel, Normandy.Les Cookies de la Mère Poulard

Happy Halloween from France!

What is Halloween like in Paris? Magical? Spooky? Whimsical?
Answer: none of the above.
Halloween in Paris is…almost non-existent.

I remember last year in NYC on Halloween, I was riding the subway at night and everywhere I turned, so many crazy costumes. SO MANY. And leading up to Halloween, there are tons of candy sales, costume advertisements, and house decorations. But here in Paris, barely any of that. 🙁 People just don’t celebrate Halloween here. (Tomorrow is Toussaint, a national holiday honoring the saints. It is quite a somber tradition.)

However, I did stumble upon one costume shop nearby my neighborhood. This was quite a traditional Halloween costume shop like in America. Quite a rare sighting in France.

Halloween Store

For celebration, today, Cali and I returned to a patisserie that we discovered yesterday just a few blocks away from our home, right off the Saint Placide metro stop. We came back to get ourselves one of these cuties. Yum!

Halloween cakesA citrouille d’alloween. Aren’t they cute? And here are some more shots of the patisserie/boulangerie, called Thevenin (I think):

More pastries Pastries More pastries 2 CookiesLater in the afternoon, while walking throughout Paris, I did see some kids dressed up. But not that many. At one point, I made eye contact with a girl sitting on the terrace of a café. Her face was completely painted to resemble a vampire or something. When she saw me, she made the finger motion telling me to come closer. That was very bizarre.

Me in front of the store after buying the mini cake!

Me in front of the store after buying the mini cake!

Hey there Happy Halloween

Aaah! Someone is cutting me! [It was a lot softer and squishier than I expected.]

Aaah! Someone is cutting me! [It was a lot softer and squishier than I expected.]

Happy Halloween, big or small. I had a very quaint and small celebration, just the way I like it. Oh, and if you’re wondering what the cake tasted like: it was very sweet and mousse-like. Not amazing. I wish it was more solid and cake-y than fluffy, but it was nice for a one time treat. And I am also in love with the second to last photo. It’s so cute! Ah!

Tofu Yum

September 21st:

My mom gave me her secret recipe for preparing fried tofu because I impulsively bought fried tofu on my shopping spree in Chinatown. (Just buying what I’m already familiar with.) However, my mom is not so great with giving out recipe instructions. All the measurements and amounts for sauce, salt, sugar, water, etc. were too vague! Thanks, mom. So, it came as a total surprise when I ate my tofu and it was more than edible. It was delicious! (Sorry, I’m lacking a modest streak here.)

Ignore the strand of hair in the bowl of rice. I know. It’s bothering me too.

Tofu & Rice

On buying a point-and-shoot

In middle school, my dad bought me one of the first digital cameras ever. But it quickly died out of fashion as newer models came out. Then, randomly, for my 17th birthday, my dad bought me a DSLR (Canon Rebel T1i). It was my only camera until just recently. For my year in Paris, I researched very seriously to find the perfect point-and-shoot. So why, if I already had an advanced camera, did I go searching for a less high-end camera? Because I already knew how tiring it is to carry a DSLR, especially when I don’t know if I’ll be taking any photos that day.

Cali did hard research to find a good DSLR and was super excited to own one for her year abroad, but she quickly grew to realize that man is it exhausting having to lug it around. I used to suffer from shoulder and neck pains wearing the camera with me. And not every situation, in my opinion, requires high quality photos. Sometimes, I just want to capture the moment and move on with my life. Using a DSLR requires more time and effort. And a bigger bag.

I ended up getting the Canon SX260 and I have had no regrets at all. It’s not the greatest in low light, but the zoom feature is terrific and the photo quality is still good. I’m not too concerned with technical aspects. I just wanted a camera that would produce high quality photos on the go. I love being able to carry my camera everywhere I go because it can fit into all of my bags, big or small. I don’t even notice the weight. It has enabled me to take pictures of random, unexpected things on the streets or to take fun videos here and there.

Aside from the weight though, the biggest difference between my point-and-shoot and my DSLR is that when I carry around my DSLR, I am usually more concerned with getting the right shot. I spend so much time composing the photo and getting the technical aspects correct. This is especially troublesome on trips and in daily life because I feel as if, with my DSLR, I worry more about taking good photos than actually enjoying the moment. With my point-and-shoot, I can just take my photo for memory’s (and blogging) sake and enjoy the rest of the moment. I still use my DSLR from time to time, but I feel so liberated now realizing that there’s more to (my) life than capturing moments. With my point-and-shoot, I don’t feel the need to pull it out all the time. And I am actually a lot happier with just experiencing things and then writing it down in my journal afterwards rather than taking hundreds of photos.

Mistaken Pizza

One day, I was craving pizza, as usual. As I was grocery shopping, I picked up a pack of two frozen personal pizzas. But as I was roaming around the store, I found another pizza for even cheaper. So I took the cheaper one instead, of course. But when I got home and was unpacking my groceries, I realized that the cheaper pizza was, in fact, not pizza! It was a tarte fromage. I was completely devastated because not only had I failed so marginally at getting my pizza, the tarte fromage did not even look appetizing. I did my best, however, to make the best out of the situation. The tarte fromage did not taste as bad as I expected, especially not with the saucisson sec. But it took me about three servings to finish the whole pie. Two servings too many. Now I know better to read the box clearly.

September 20th:

Tarte fromage

Then, finally, on October 4th, I bought the personal pizza. It did not taste as good as I hoped. Ah well. You win some, you lose some.

Personal pizza

And recently, on October 20th, I tried some mini pizza (4 cheese) from the French grocery store and it was delicious! Now, I am a repeat buyer of this one specific brand and topping. Maybe the reason I love it so much is because of the easy-to-handle size, the garlic-y taste, and the lack of tomato sauce (which I know goes against the rules of traditional pizza, but hey, mini pizzas are not at all traditional either).

Mini Pizzas

I brought America to my Parisian apartment

But not really. Because I didn’t go to an American specialty grocery store. This meal just looks very American, but it’s all French. Win-win for me! And it was oh so delicious~

September 12th:

"American" meal Up-close meal

Fries are pretty common in France too, believe it or not. That day, I was craving for fries pretty badly. So I bought a huge bag that lasted me for a week. Money well spent!

As for the chicken, I was very apprehensive about buying it the first time because it looked good, but it also looked possibly dry. In America, a lot of times, the meat is so dry that it is unbearable. However, I put this piece of breaded chicken into the frying pan with a dab of sunflower oil and done! The first bite was amazing~ Really tender, juicy, flavorful, gah! Just all around DELICIOUS. So delicious that I bought this chicken from the same brand, Le Gaulois, at least 4 more times afterwards. I ate one last night and I currently have another pack of 2 waiting in my little fridge compartment. This chicken never fails me~ (I don’t know if it is a good or a bad thing that I discovered this item because ever since I first ate it, I feel as if I never venture out to buy or cook new things. And I feel as if I have gotten lazier with my cooking. It is probably also terrible for my health, but I’ll just keep telling myself that I won’t be able to eat this anymore once I go back home. Meat here is just so much better.)

The sauce that I had here, called Sauce Samourai (weird, right?), I bought on a whim. But it was a very good buy. I love it and eat it with my fries and chicken all the time now. 😀 A happy stomach is a happy Victoria!

Hosting our first apartment party

Cali and I threw our first apartment party here in Paris back on September 27th. Why? For a few reasons:

  1. Jacqui bought a really nice, vintage dress at a thrift store and wanted an occasion to wear it out.
  2. Another friend, Michelle, really wanted to have a 1920s themed party.
  3. It would be yet another friend’s, Ariel, birthday soon.

Thus, a 1920s themed birthday party was born. But a very informal party at the most. It was set at our apartment because we have the biggest and coolest place, obviously. And our apartment is the most accessible by public transportation.

The event was planned last minute (as in, less than a week) and just all fell together perfectly. It was simple and classy – mainly people sipping wine/champagne/beer/whiskey, etc. (moi not included) and eating chips, some lovely deviled eggs made by the lovely Cali, a scrumptious bean dip made by the scrumptious Jacqui, and tarte aux pommes for the birthday cake. Oh, and having good conversations, of course! Voilà. Just invite the right people and you’re all set. More people showed up than I expected (twice as many people), but the floor didn’t break and no one threw up (or even drank til they were drunk) so I was very happy!

I don’t have any photos from the event, so if you’d like to see some, you should definitely head over to Cali’s post. I think it’s awesome!