Best Of Paris (1/2)

The best places in Paris! A col­lec­tion of photographs.

French Food

France is prob­a­bly most famous for its “vien­nois­eries” — sweet pas­tries. The crois­sant, of course, and also the pain au choco­lat (sweet bread with a thin choco­late bar wrapped in the mid­dle). Oh, and the pain aux raisins — sweet bread with raisins. There’s also the flan (cus­tard pie with prunes), the lemon pie, the banana pie with choco­late, the chaus­son aux pommes (apple pie)…

An Elephant In My Castle

Of course, we were both a bit tired after spend­ing almost two days in Mon­treal air­port. That prob­a­bly explained why my bank card was swal­lowed at the first ATM I used and why we didn’t notice we were using the wrong plug for my computer.

Getting There Is Only Half The Fun

Plenty of time to think — I’ve been stuck in Mon­treal air­port for 24 hours in a row now. And I’ve just decided to stop being cheap and bought a Wifi access (can you believe we have to pay for Wifi in this bloody airport???).

Supper's Ready

Do you know why I’m not a per­fect woman? No, it’s not — only — because I like muffins (a lot). It’s a much deeper secret. Still don’t know?

Let me put in sim­ply. I’m French. And I’m a lousy cook.

The Culture Of Fear

I grew up with the tra­di­tional French dae­mons: fas­cism and glob­al­iza­tion. They were easy enough tar­gets, and fight­ing against them included chant­ing social­ist songs in demon­stra­tions, keep­ing an eye on the Front National — the French Nazi party — and watch­ing old French movies to thwart Hollywood’s plans to take on the world.

On The Road To Nowhere

Occa­sion­ally, a bunch of dark coats men wait at the next sta­tion: tick­ets col­lec­tors. Upon see­ing them, weird things would hap­pen: peo­ple of all age would run towards the near­est doors, some would pull washed out tick­ets out their bags and pock­ets and punch them quickly, some would dis­trib­ute extra-tickets around them and the con­sen­sus would be “putain!*”.

Working Class Hero Is Something To Be

Rock’n’roll stars, rap artists, red­necks, tycoons, politi­cians, lob­by­ists, aliens… North Amer­ica has it all. But there’s one cat­e­gory that have never trav­eled across the ocean from its beloved old con­ti­nent : the nobility.