London Calling

Hi everyone!

So I'm back in Paris after about ten days out of the city. My tour wrapped up with a weekend in London, visiting Barb and Jeremy and seeing the sights.

London has such a different energy than Paris does - much bigger and faster paced. Barb and Jeremy were great tour guides - we saw so much in the short time that we were there! One of the first things we did was go to the Tate Modern, where there's a big Mark Rothko exhibition going on. It was really interesting, since it's the first time that they've had such a large series of his works collected in the same place. They weren't necessarily ones I was familiar with (every college student has a Rothko print somewhere in their room it seems), but seeing that many of his larger canvases in one gallery was an experience in and of itself. There was also something downstairs about it raining in the future and all the sculptures growing and people living in bunk beds - very abstract, but we got some cool pictures.

We also went to a huge outdoor market and had real fish and chips for lunch, which were delicio

us and very much not part of the "get less fat in Paris" plan, but well worth it. We did so much walking that day that it's almost hard to keep track!

I know for a fact I harassed the police men in the funny costumes because there is photographic evidence. We also went to Buckingham palace that day and took lots of pictures of the building. Sadly, Prince Harry was out of town (we checked up on it, not embarrassing at all)...

That night, Marisa and I went out to pubs in Clapham, near Barb and Jeremy's house, the details of which I will spare you all. The next day, we went to Westminster Abbey and saw the poets' corner. Unfortunately, you can't take pictures in the church, but it was really cool to see the graves of basically everyone I've read in the last five years or so (I'm not sure if that's a morbid thought or not...)

We also went to the Tate Britain to see a Francis Bacon exhibition - the general consensus was that if you took all of your childhood nightmares and had them painting, his work is what you'd get. There was also a really cool thing going on - as a sort of installation piece, runners would sprint down the main gallery in one minute intervals. So imagine looking at a painting and having someone whizz by behind you. I got a few pictures of them, but obviously they're blurry since they were running pretty fast.

The next day, Barb and Jeremy were nice enough to get us tickets for a special Renaissance Portraits exhibition going on at the National Gallery. It was great to see that many museums because Marisa, the friend that I went with, is an art history major. These pieces were also so iconic that even with my limited background, I could easily recognize some things. I even noticed that some of the portraits were borrowed from the Prado and that I had seen them when I was in Madrid a few years ago.

The night after getting back to Paris, I went to a wine tasting organized by my program. It was incredible - the sommelier was only a few years older than us but definitely knew his stuff. We tasted six wines - two champagnes, two reds and two whites, all from France, and they were all paired with really really good cheese. It was a nice way to get re-introduced to Parisian life. Work has definitely started to kick in and the weather turned awful the second we got back, so we're all staying indoors until Halloween tomorrow night. I'm being a French girl, and pictures will be posted!

All of the pictures from my trip to London can be seen by clicking the link below:

London

Until next time,
xo
Stephanie

Cezanne was here...

This past week I went to Aix-en-Provence with a quarter of the students on my program for our scheduled home-stay trip in a different part of France. It was great to get out of the city for a while and get to know a different area. The painter Cézanne is from Aix, and it's amazing how much you can see the inspiration for his paintings.

The first day, we went to an incredible bastide (kind of between a chateau and a villa) for a cooking class with a really famous chef, whose name I'm now of course forgetting. He made poisson à la marseillaise, poulet au vin, and a tarte aux poires right in front of us. Then we got to walk around his massive home and gardens, complete with a pigeon aviary, exotic bird pen, 4 pointers and 6 pugs, donkeys, and god knows what else. Then we sat down to our delicious catered meal - the chateau life is definitely one I could get used to.

In the afternoon, we drove to the chateau at the Beaux-de-Provence, about a half hour away. The chateau is at the top of this giant hill. Back in the day, there was a Roman village there, and you can still see the ruins from the kitchens.

The next day we were left with our families in Aix, and I went to the outdoor market in the morning. Everything was delicious, I thought, except for a pastry that the region is famous for called calissons - not necessarily my taste. The outdoor market, however, definitely was.




The next day, our families got together for what we were told was a walk on the beach. Apparently a walk on the beach in Aix means a hike through the cliffs and mountains that happen to look out at the ocean. After being made fun of for not wearing proper shoes, we did a two hour trek to find a perfect rock to sit on on the shores between Marseille and Aix-en-Provence. The weather was beautiful though, and it's always amazing to see the ocean. All of the pictures can be found at the following link:

Aix en Provence, Marseille, Sainte Victoire

On Monday, our group went on a guided tour to Marseille. We took a boat to the the frioule island off the coast and embarked on what we were again told was a walk on the beach. This time, it was a steep rocky cliff overlooking the ocean. We stopped and had a picnic by the water before going back into Marseille, where we went to the top of the city to visit the Notre Dame cathedral there.

On Tuesday, we went on what we were actually warned was a hike - a three and a half hour trek up the Mont Sainte Victoire near Aix. Our guide was Provençal to a tee - instead of "manger" he said "mangier" and "pain" became "paigne." The hike was definitely hard, but it was amazing when we came down to see how high we actually went. We hiked all the way up to the cross at the top of the mountain and then did a detour on the way down towards a lake. Cezanne painted lots of landscapes of Sainte Victoire, and I'll think of the hike every time I see one from now on.

I'm back in Paris for just a night before going to London for the weekend, so I'll post after my trip!
xo
Stephanie

The big pink dog...

This past week, I finally started my classes at the Sorbonne. I don't understand a lot about the university system here, but the Sorbonne is made up of Paris I and Paris IV, but I can't really tell what distinguishes them. They share buildings, and my classes are scattered everywhere in Paris, but one is right next to the Pantheon which is pretty cool.

Because lectures started but discussion sections didn't, I had some free time to go down to Versailles for an afternoon. Jeff Koons, a living American artist, has some of his work displayed in the Palace.

His stuff is very contemporary, some of it selling for millions of dollars. A lot of people are completely outraged by the exhibit, but I really liked the idea of contemporary pieces being displayed this way in an old space. Some highlights were this pink dog above, and a sculpture of a dinosaur in the gardens outside. Nothing, however, compares to the outdoor gardens.
For more pictures of my trip to Versailles, go to

http://picasaweb.google.com/stephanierichards2010...They're all there!

Until next time,
Stephanie

Airports and Airplanes and Customs Oh My...

Hello everyone!

After a week in Montreal and three days in Spain, I'm back in Paris for the long(ish) haul of the semester. While I wasn't in Montreal for the best of reasons, it was still nice to see the whole family. It was a sad weekend, but it allowed for all of us to be together which doesn't happen very often. 

I had already made plans to go to Madrid to visit my friend Jessalyn and decided to go through with them instead of coming straight back to Paris. My classes hadn't started yet, so it was a convenient moment to get some traveling done.

I loved Madrid! I can barely remember being there in high school because it was such a different experience. When you're with a group of Americans being herded from one destination to another and too young to 

really enjoy the nightlife, a city definitely seems different. Some things though, like the Plaza Mayor are pretty unforgettable.

The first night in Madrid, I was somewhat tired after having done an overnight flight from Montreal with a short stop in Paris. I met up with Jess at my hostel and we walked to a nearby tapas bar. Another thing that's great about Madrid is that it's SO much cheaper than Paris! I almost laughed when we got our first bill - an entire meal cost less than a salad does in Paris.

The next day, we brought lunch to the Plaza Mayor and went to see La Guernica at the Reina Sofia modern art museum. We had both been before, sin

ce we participated in the same exchange in Madrid during high school, but La Guernica is the kind of painting that you can see again and again. That night, we managed to get into a flamenco show at Casa Patas. The manager was nice enough to let us in at the last minute even though we didn't have

 reservations. The show was amazing! I love flamenco music. It was separated into three parts, one with a female dancer, then a male dancer, then the two of them together, all with a five person band behind them. That was the one thing I wanted to do while in Spain, and I was so excited that I got the chance.

After flamenco, Jess and I went to meet some of her friends from her Duke program, and we went out to the discotecas. All

 techno music like most European clubs, but it's always fun to see how people dress and dance differently.

My flight was leaving at 5:00 on Sunday, so we only had a little bit of time in the morning. We went to the rastro, which is a HUGE outdoor market. I bought a really nice purse for 5 euro and a scarf for 2. Overall, Madrid was a great trip. It was nice to have a little bit of a buffer between Montreal and Paris. And I was pleasantly surprised that I had retained most of my spanish - I was worried that a few years off from class would but a

 dent in it, but it was easy to get back into. People in Madrid are also so friendly, which is a refreshing change from Paris, where they're a little bit more reserved.

I started classes this morning, but only had my grammar class with my program. Later this week, I'll be starting classes at the Sorbonne, which I'm excited about. It's weird to think about my friends at Yale starting midterms when I haven't even started, so my semester will seem really short. Next week, I go to Aix-en-Provence in southern France for a week-long homestay with a family, and the following weekend I go to London to visit Barb and Jeremy. A lot of things at once, but I'm excited!

xo

Stephanie

The architecture's not too shabby...

So it's been a while since I've written, mostly because of wireless issues...France is not as obsessed with this whole internet idea as the US is, so finding really good wireless has been an issue. For example, in my new host family's apartment, I don't get wireless in my bedroom, but I get it in the kitchen. That's right - I moved! Here's my new home and the view from my room.  

My host family is an older couple with two kids, one of who

m is moved out. Their daughter is 24 and lives at home, but I barely see her. I really onl

y see them when I'm scheduled to have dinner with them 2-3 times a week because our schedules are so different, which is nice because I have some autonomy. I'm right near the Trocadero metro stop and the Eiffel Tower is basically on the end of my block - not too shabby.

Last weekend, the program took us on a day trip to Reims, where there's a really famous cathedral.  It was where the kings of France used to be crowned and was built in the 13th century.  A lot of the sculpture in this cathedral is really important, and I remember studying some of the sculptures at the entrance in an art history class at school. Reims is in the Champagne region of France, so we went to the Pommery champagne caves in the afternoon. The caves are about 100m underground, and inside is also a modern art exhibit. We also did a champagne tasting of some of their different wines which were both delicious.

Jessalyn came to visit this past weekend which was so much fun!  It meant that I got to do a lot of the touristy things with her that I hadn't had a chance to do yet. The first day she was here, we walked from the Eiffel Tower to the Louvre (long walk, but along the Seine so it was worth it).  She got to see the Mona Lisa, which we both agreed was somewhat of a let down (it's the smallest painting in that museum!) Then I took her to my favorite restaurant in Paris. It's right near the Sorbonne and really french. I had been there the night before and the waitress recognized me and was like again? really? But the food was really good, and it's the one place I've found that isn't swarmed with tourists and americans. The second day she was here, I showed her my program center and we went to a little outdoor food market. Then we went to the Orangerie museum, a smaller museum where Monet's nymphéas series is.  It's a series of paintings of water lillies that wraps around the entire room.  We then went to Café Angélina, where they serve famous hot chocolat à l'africain and mont blancs - chestnut and whipped cream pastries. Today we went to the Notre Dame Cathedral and ate lunch in a cafe near the Sorbonne.

Classes don't start for another week and a half, so there's no news on that front, except that my grammar teacher has made it her personal mission to eradicate my French Canadian accent. I'm looking forward to classes starting so that I actually start to feel like a real person again.

Stephanie

Flâner: (v) to wander

Finally the weekend! I was anxious to get out in Paris and be able to do my own thing. I will admit that the orientation was good in that I saw things that I wouldn't necessarily have visited otherwise, like the Paris Mosque.

It was built as a gift to the Arab community in Paris to commemorate the military service of the North African colonial soldiers who fought with the French during World War 1. For a while it was the only mosque in Paris, and the intensity of feeling and attachment to it is evident. Every few years, the mosaic tiles are replaced by Moroccan artisans especially selected for the task. The building itself is beautiful, but you aren't allowed to take pictures of the inside since it's disrespectful to the people attending services, so I took a lot of pictures of the garden in the back. We also went to the Institut Arabe, which was designed by the architect Jean Nouvel. The outside is really interesting because it's a modern take on the mosques: the panels on the outside walls open and close in relation to how much sunlight is entering the building. The Institut didn't house art so much as objects - lots of old ceramics and different versions of the Koran.


On Saturday I had time to go to the Musée d'Orsay, which I think is my favorite museum I've ever been to. It's in a converted train station, and the first floor is this massive display of sculptures. Lots of Rodin and Maillot. I actually didn't think I liked sculpture that much until I came here. While a lot of the sculpture from this period borrows from classical style, it seems more relatable or emotive in a way. One of my favorites was in the entrance court and is called "La Jeune Tarantine."
I took a class in 19th century French painting, and I think I saw every single work that I studied last semester. With that said, it's a museum that anyone can enjoy because so many of the pieces are iconic - Manet's Déjeuner sur l'herbe, lots of Monet's, Degas' dancers, etc. Even the Monet reproduction that mom had in her bathroom for years was there!
One of the things that was really funny was a display of figurines that were caricatures of aristocrats or elected officials in France. The French seem obsessed with caricatures. The front page of a newspaper that's the equivalent of our New York Times will have a half-page cartoon or drawing on the front.After the Musée d'Orsay, I wandered over to Shakespeare and Company, across the Seine from the Notre Dame cathedral. It's an incredible little place - writers in residence live there and you literally stumble onto sofas that are converted into their beds once the store closes. There was even a copy of a Robert Parker Spenser book there, so I made sure to snap a picture for dad.
Saturday night I went to a nightclub called Étoile that I guess is a huge deal here.  Huge deal apparently means a 25euro cover charge to walk in the door.  Luckily I was wearing heels, because the person behind me was turned down for wearing flats.  I come from a world where missing 1cent drinks at Toads amounts to tragedy, so I assumed 25euro would get me something.  I asked the bouncer what table to sit at and he looked me up and down and said "Non mademoiselle, une table c'est 250euro par personne.  Mais on vous donne une bouteille de champagne."  I thought that meant getting a table for the night, but apparently sitting down is not allowed either.  It was fun, I guess - I met the US olympic long-distance track runners, including one I saw in the trials on TV.  Just my luck that the only olympic athletes I meet in Paris have ponytails and weigh about as much as I do.

Sunday we went on a river cruise on the Seine with the program, but the weather was pretty cloudy. I did manage to get a decent photo of the Eiffel Tower

 and learned that the Louvre and the Musée d'Orsay were actually right across from each other. The métro is amazing, but one of the downsides is that when you go underground and emerge at your destination, you barely get a sense of how the city is organized. Going along the Seine is a good way of understanding where things are in relation to one another.

In home news, the cat is winning. In a cage match, Youffi would knock me out in a second. Not only does he have about thirty pounds on me, but that thing shows no mercy. I'm still trying to find a new place, which has been hard since the housing coordinator decided that the first week of the semester would be a great time to take a vacation.

I started my three week intensive french class today. It's awkward because I don't have a lot of written training in French, so they had no idea where to place me. Still, I'm getting a good review of things that I know sound right but never knew why, which will definitely help my writing. I'm planning on taking three classes at the Sorbonne and Paris VII, so I need to brush up on that.

Definitely feel free to post on this blog or get in touch with me by e-mail.  That way I don't feel like I'm baring my soul to an empty internet room...Also, my first column for the Yale Herald is coming up this Friday, so I'll make sure to keep you posted on that.

XO

Stephanie

First week in review...

So it's been about a week since I've been in Paris and it's been an eventful one.  

To the left is a very blurry photo of the Eiffel Tower at night - I walked by it the other day, but it was raining so I couldn't get a better shot.  This view is from the Pont des Arts, a popular late night picnic spot for students and tourists.

As some of you know, I'm having some housing

 issues here.  My host families got switched at the last minute so I stayed with the housing coordinator in the 10th arrondissement.  This past week I moved into my homestay, which is in Levallois-Perret...not Paris.  I share the apartment with the biggest cat I've ever seen outside the zoo.  I'm not kidding, this cat must weigh 40 pounds.  It's also her son's cat, but since I'm staying in her son's room, the cat sits outside all night crying to be let in.  I can't touch it because I'll get sick, so Youffi and I have developed a very peculiar relationship.  Basically, he sits in front of my door, the bathroom door, or the front door.  He has an uncanny ability of choosing the door I'm about to use.  Since I can't touch him, I've had to nudge him out of the way...emphatically...with my foot.  Youffi and I are not getting along.  Regardless, I've never been so happy to have an allergic reaction, because now I have a legitimate reason to move...for the third time.  It takes me an hour to get to school by metro and it's the suburbs, so in a week or two I should be settled in somewhere closer to school.

I feel bad because my host "mom" is really nice, but I can't pretend I won't be happy to leave.  She's very...enthusiastic.  She went on and on about how she was so excited I liked food because she considers herself a great chef (not cook), and loves organic ingredients and so on.  Let's just say...the food is interesting.  And I'm trying not to eat dinners at home.  There's another student staying there whom I was sure was a model.  She's about six feet tall, Swedish, possibly the most beautiful human I've ever seen.  She's sixteen, doing her gap year here, and speaks no French.  

Next Monday we start our three week intensive french course that counts as an entire semester class.  It's strange being a Yale student on a Columbia-Penn program.  There are a few students in my position, but the interactions are strange - the Penn and Columbia girls don't talk to each other, and I feel like I'm being courted by two separate tables in a high school cafeteria or something.  I'm just anxious to get started in classes and meet some French students on my own.

One of the most exciting things going on is that I'm going to start a creative writing workshop at Shakespeare and Company in October.  The workshop is a seven-week series where professional writers in Paris come and join aspiring auteurs in a part-reading, part-workshop atmosphere.  The coordinator really liked my portfolio so I get to start in a few weeks.  Shakespeare and Company is a literary icon in Paris, so I'm really excited to get this kind of introduction into the writing scene here.  The workshop will also keep me motivated to write as much as possible, which was one of my goals in coming here.

This past week was orientation, and I was put into a group called "Paris Communities."  Our tour around the city was focused on cultural minorities in Paris, so we visited the Shoah (Holocaust) Memorial and Jewish Museum, the Mosque of Paris, and the Museum of the 1931 Colonial Exhibition.  

To the right is the Shoah, or Holocaust, memorial.  It's a long wall with the names of the French residents who were deported to concentration camps and killed during the Shoah.  "Shoah" is a Hebrew word for "the catastrophe," which is used in France because it encompasses both the political and religious aspects of the period.  France definitely struggles with its Vichy history.  Anti-semitism is definitely an issue, yet there is a huge thriving Jewish community in the Marais.  The memorial is particularly moving because of how it's set up.  The year of deportation, which is essentially the year of death since most French jews were sent to Auswitch, is on top, and next to each name is the year of birth.  It's incredibly disturbing to see entire families next to each other, or a name with the birth year 1940 under the deportation year 1941.  

Today I had my first stressful-disaster-dirty-metro event.  I generally love the metro - it's super easy and goes within three blocks of most destinations.  Today, however, someone decided to clip my heel as I was stepping out of the metro and my shoe fell underneath the train.  I had to walk for 10 minutes underground with one shoe trying to find somewhere to get new shoes.  While I was hobbling around one-shoed, I had my first extremely unpleasant interaction with a man in the metro.  People definitely aren't ashamed of staring at you here, and people will tell you they think you're pretty as though they're letting you know it's a Tuesday, but this guy wouldn't leave me alone and kept following me and grabbing me.  I yelled at him in French, so it was either that or the sight of my very dirty right foot that finally got him to go away.  I bought shoes, and finally made it back to school.  An eventful day, not of the best variety, but I'm crossing my fingers that this kind of this can only happen once.  At least I wasn't wearing heels, at least it wasn't snowing, at least I got off at a stop with an underground mall...I might treat myself to a crepe later to make up for it.

Tomorrow if finally the weekend, and I'll get some time to myself to explore the city.  Paris is truly a walking city and I still haven't been down along the Seine.  I know this is one of those frustrating transition weeks, but I'm sure that once I finally move into a new place and settle into a daily routine, I'll have much more to report.  More pictures are sure to come.

A lot of you have asked what the best way to get in touch is.  PLEASE GET SKYPE!!! It's amazing, and so much cheaper than regular phones.  My skype name is stephanie_richards, so just add me and we'll have ourselves a chat.

XO

Stephanie