Its a beautiful day in the neighborhood

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Looking right coming out the front door

At the end of the street

And looking at the Left bank of the Seine, which is at the end of the street

Feeling so not old

Here is a great reason to love Paris. It is so old; actually it is insanely old, so old that my American mind can't imagine that it even saw a time when there wasn't pavement surrounding its buildings, like islands in a lake of concrete, but it is, and because it is there are things like this:

Now, I am not gigantor or anything like that. I have a respectable size 9 shoe but this side walk is so wonderful! Think of the legalities of it. There is maybe 6 inches on either side of my feet plus you can't see the cars parked on the other side of the street which makes it seem all the more narrow when a truck is coming through. Ahhh Paris; the things you do because someone built a building, paved the path between you and your neighbors, and then built machines to tear down what used to be your quiet sideyard.

And I passed this old thing on the way to work too

St. Germain, this church was begun in about 452. Yup, and it isn't even the oldest one here

A dream of New Jersey

So Parisians are an interesting breed, they adore things like eggs, mayonnaise, pulverized fish sandwiches, New York City, fashion and New Jersey. Yes, that New Jersey. So much so that they have created a suit which exudes its "characteristics" and written a small ode to it... 

 "Once upon a time in New Jersey, I discovered the way to mix the elegance of the night with the warmth of the day... To look and feel sexy all day long: from the fruit market to a candle light dinner. I can do pilates with it too. The 24 hours NEW JERSEY SMOKING." 

The mannequin in front of the platitude is wearing a jersey suit/tux (or as they call it, a smoking) with this weird spat like contraption thing (also jersey) at the bottom of the pant.  Oh, it has metallic stripes.

I don't see anyone in neo jersey wearing this to the fruit market or candle lit dinner.

Sorry Paris, you may have missed the mark.

The death of me

So on Friday I went out and bought what will inevitably bring me to my death. I don't know how to use it properly but she is a beautiful thing (shiny always gets me). Is there anyone out there than can give me a couple of pointers as to how I can stop more efficiently on this machine? Also, I need help with a name. I keep thinking Pablo but she's a girl, and Italian not Spanish. What is a girl Pablo called, Pabla? Non lo gradico quel nome.

 p.s. first glimpse of my petite palais

This is a try.

People, stuff and things, things that are the shape they are, details on larger works, food shaped food, and flavor sensations that I may or may not chew if they are already soft. 

Lets see if it takes. I am not going to promise to post every minute, hour, or day, but at least once a year. I am prone to run-on sentences, and aspire to sometimes having a thinkable thought out thought. 

I also just moved to France so there is that too. 

Notre Dame de Paris. Its in my back yard.