Wednesday: What another fun day! during the 4 hours of unwritten about studio on tuesday i'd found that the opera Rigoletto was going to take place on wednesday, student tix on sale 15 minutes before the performance. So day took it's shape from that. Tony and I wanted to dress up a little bit, and sigh no dress clothes meant having to go shopping in Paris... horrors... and check out the new spring clothes. Back to the Galleries Lafayette in the morning, an hour of wandering the beautifully laid-out designers, wonderful tailored or flowing clothes in wonderful fabrics... mostly quite a very lot more then i'd be willing to pay, could be a lot of fun to be a rich girl here though.... ha. Ended up buying a suitish jacket I had drooled over in Rome... fit attractively in a lovely fabric, and blah blah blah I can use it for work and it goes with all my pants... very glad I bought it. Lunch in the department store cafe/cafeteria on the top floor, delicious salmon. A goal for when I return is to find or manufacture a green been and lemon juice recipe that is nothing short of wonderful.... they didn't serve one, but some lemon from the fish went splashing around, and mmmmm.......5 minutes of studio with the internet out was enough, we went back home to wear our new glad rags and be honestly studious in a french library at the Centre Pompidou. it was not American. PACKED with people being scholarly, an acre of tables and a line to sit down... was fun to stuff brain with architectural images and philosophy (plenty of english books) in such an earnest atmosphere, got quite a bit of material and validation for my project, most successful.
Wandered through the Marais towards the Bastille, satisfied 'vegetable' craving with french fries eaten, foiled again at the Place de Vosages, still a neat square park to look on. The mist falling in front of the streetlights at dusk mmm. The scale of the roustabout around the Bastille column (there is no longer the prison, knocked down long ago) is always suprising. Our opera attmepts were foiled, though, due to a strike. Bastards. So French.
Enormous pot of garlic mashed potatoes, bread and cheese for supper, topped off by strawberries dipped in melted nuetella.... that is a desert exportable, i recommend it even more then chocolate.... oh man... animated conversation before sleep. Despite the lack of anticipated opera, it was still a very good day.
Thursday: quite relaxed... all day in studio, wasting time on the interwebs, a period of pretty intense productivity and project revision, called mom, pasta/pesto supper, tried my own hand at simple crepe filling, worked well enough, writing until bed. Earl Grey an unfortunate addition to evening, a cup'o'tea is lovely, sleeplessness is not. I shouldn't complain though, my fault and I normally sleep enviably well. Cool dreams.
Friday: is today! I'm caught up! Took washed clothes to the laundromat to dry, tried out the greek baker on our corner, horribly pain au chocolate from him, very disappointed. i needed the change though, so shrugs to that. In studio posting much to much text for too little activity - i might try to get some switzerland written up before i leave to to make this really up to date, it'll be back in the right dates though, I'll link it. Train leaves at 2:22 for Amsterdam!
Picture is of Zaha Hadid's Fire Station at the Vitra complex in Germany, from the unwritten Swiss adventure... that i am writing about, finally: installation one
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