Hi Darlings:
They are worlds in contrast with similarities only historically defined by negative realities of crime, drugs and poverty except the magical wand of gentrification seems to not have provided the present prosperity and economic growth to Baltimore that we enjoy in the District. For many Washingtonians, Baltimore City is defined by television shows like the Wire which portray a city without the charm of a small town but rather one surviving on the charms of street hustlers and drug dealers. Although I have never watched the Wire, reading and noting the truth in the plot line was enough for me to create a self-imposed boundary of visiting only the Inner Harbor and no where beyond whenever I decided to venture northward to Baltimore.
This seeming snobbery was and still is a common practice for many other Washingtonians, as well. We’ve been afraid that the city, rampant with more murders and crime than our own would be too violent for us to stomach. Not wanting to get hurt by stray bullets, some or rather many of us fear for our lives, so we choose not to explore more of the city.
However, just as we grew to dislike Baltimore because of a TV show, many of us recently fell in love with the city because of the movie “He’s Not That Into You”. I can recall the jaws of six of my friends spilling forth their contents as they dropped to the floor of the movie theater upon finding out that the city featured in the movie was Baltimore. We wondered whether the “potentially” happening (onscreen) singles scene actually exists in reality. From then on, we were on a mission to find out whether or not there was some charm to the city and contemplated where we should dig to locate it.
With the specific goal of visiting Baltimore more often (It helped that I started dating someone who lived there), I can say after a few months of hanging out in the city there are many charming places to visit and explore. Areas like Patterson Park add an unexpected dimension to the city. Representative of a mid-Atlantic Central Park, this area is pristine and contains a duck pond, an unusual pagoda and endless space for city dwellers to live and play as well as hold community focused events like the recent Polish festival. There are restaurants like those in Canton’s Square with unique personalities and some with amateurish décor with old soul character, instead of a modern, contemporary, monotonic matching of Pier 1 Imports purchases. The coffee shops like Patterson Perk and High Grounds Coffee are the opposite version of big box coffee shops like Starbucks and offer used books amid locally roasted coffee. I am not sure there is another city in the Washington DC metro area with more coffee roasters. And yes, big city gals, free WIFI is provided!
The city is definitely worth visiting even if the blue lights are still present and foreboding. The reality is many neighbors don't have these lights and are worth exploring.
What are you experiences visiting Baltimore?
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Sunday, June 07, 2009
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Sex And the City - NYC Adventures
Hi Darlings:
Yes...I know I am a bit late with the tale of my New York "Sex And the City" adventures but at least by now you've seen the movie and like me you more than likely thought it was fantabulous!
So lets start from the top. Like I mentioned before my sister had the fabulous idea that we should watch the movie in the city! Admittedly it does not take much to get me excited about a new adventure and My Dears this was no different. As usual I made sure to take an open mind with me as usual.
To start I decided to take the Bolt Bus to the city. I had been hearing nothing but compliments about this bus. Its not like the Chinatown buses - dirty, cramped, stinky restrooms. You've gotta take this bus next time you come to the city. I had heard it all. So, I got to the bus - which picks you up conveniently at Metro Center (11th and G St., NW) and drops you off at 33rd and 7th Ave. in NY - a second before the driver pulled away. Luck was on my side. Immediately I ran into a good friend...kiss-kiss and I scurried away to my seat. The rumors were true - the bus was clean, leather seats, outlet to plug in laptop or phone or whatever, wifi, movie and clean bathrooms (I suspect only because the riders did not hesitate to use). I was impressed and happy with my $20 each way bus decision.
After the pleasant ride up, I took the subway to my sister's place in Brooklyn. First thing she did was take me to a few vegan restaurants and stores - there are an abundance in her neighborhood. We did wheatgrass shots. Bought mangos and vegan carryout meals. I even tried tofu Caribbean patties - never thought that was possible - now I feel like Puffy in "Making the Band" and coercing her to walk to that store every time she decides to come visit to bring me a few on her way. I should sent her an email "Don't visit without the patties". They were that good.
After this adventure into the vegan world we went home to eat the rest of our meals and only then decided to look up movie tickets. Having seen Indian Jones the previous weekend - I knew there was a great possibility that the movie could be sold out in many places. What I did not expect was that it would be sold out until midnight in ALL of Manhattan and most of Brooklyn! Good grief - we had to see it that Saturday because I knew for sure Sunday matinee would not work for me and plus I would look ridiculous wearing my SATC outfit (I'm a Carrie and Charlotte mix) in the middle of the day!
We ultimately found an open 10pm showtime in Borough Hall. Ticket purchased we could now relax for at least the next 5 hours while we watched Top Chef reruns.
We arrived at the theater and waiting in a line that wrapped around the floor - no surprise. However, the members of our group which included another friend were all able to seat together. Excellent! The movie was great! The plot - solid. Usually I wince at the sappy part of romantic movies which I usually find unbearable to watch but there was nothing unbearable about the SATC movie. It was as if we were in a ginormous living room watching a version of the series on HBO. The plot resolved a lot of the characters issues but did not ruin the goodwill developed by the show throughout its years as a television show. I was satisfied. Now there is talk of a sequel and for the life of me I can't figure out what else they would have to say. Ladies ...don't spoil a good thing.
After the movies we went to a club Bembe also in Brooklyn. It was Brazilian and like a less crowded version of Habana Village in Adams Morgan. The latin music was blasting, the drummers were doing their thing and we were all enjoying the exciting beats. Great place to go enjoy wonderful music, laid back people - as in everyone from young professionals to artsy Brooklynites, and Caipirinha and Mojitos galore.
I slept well that night waking up the next day for a brief excursion to Harlem for brunch and soul foodat Amy Ruth's. On the way there, since it was a really hot day we stopped and purchased coconut and mango ice from one of the street vendors. These small refreshing goodies hit the spot...who needs the Good Humor man. I have to admit you would not find these vendors in DC. Only in NYC....
The end.
Hugs and besos!
(photos courtesy of Moviephone.com)
Yes...I know I am a bit late with the tale of my New York "Sex And the City" adventures but at least by now you've seen the movie and like me you more than likely thought it was fantabulous!
So lets start from the top. Like I mentioned before my sister had the fabulous idea that we should watch the movie in the city! Admittedly it does not take much to get me excited about a new adventure and My Dears this was no different. As usual I made sure to take an open mind with me as usual.
To start I decided to take the Bolt Bus to the city. I had been hearing nothing but compliments about this bus. Its not like the Chinatown buses - dirty, cramped, stinky restrooms. You've gotta take this bus next time you come to the city. I had heard it all. So, I got to the bus - which picks you up conveniently at Metro Center (11th and G St., NW) and drops you off at 33rd and 7th Ave. in NY - a second before the driver pulled away. Luck was on my side. Immediately I ran into a good friend...kiss-kiss and I scurried away to my seat. The rumors were true - the bus was clean, leather seats, outlet to plug in laptop or phone or whatever, wifi, movie and clean bathrooms (I suspect only because the riders did not hesitate to use). I was impressed and happy with my $20 each way bus decision.
After the pleasant ride up, I took the subway to my sister's place in Brooklyn. First thing she did was take me to a few vegan restaurants and stores - there are an abundance in her neighborhood. We did wheatgrass shots. Bought mangos and vegan carryout meals. I even tried tofu Caribbean patties - never thought that was possible - now I feel like Puffy in "Making the Band" and coercing her to walk to that store every time she decides to come visit to bring me a few on her way. I should sent her an email "Don't visit without the patties". They were that good.
After this adventure into the vegan world we went home to eat the rest of our meals and only then decided to look up movie tickets. Having seen Indian Jones the previous weekend - I knew there was a great possibility that the movie could be sold out in many places. What I did not expect was that it would be sold out until midnight in ALL of Manhattan and most of Brooklyn! Good grief - we had to see it that Saturday because I knew for sure Sunday matinee would not work for me and plus I would look ridiculous wearing my SATC outfit (I'm a Carrie and Charlotte mix) in the middle of the day!
We ultimately found an open 10pm showtime in Borough Hall. Ticket purchased we could now relax for at least the next 5 hours while we watched Top Chef reruns.
We arrived at the theater and waiting in a line that wrapped around the floor - no surprise. However, the members of our group which included another friend were all able to seat together. Excellent! The movie was great! The plot - solid. Usually I wince at the sappy part of romantic movies which I usually find unbearable to watch but there was nothing unbearable about the SATC movie. It was as if we were in a ginormous living room watching a version of the series on HBO. The plot resolved a lot of the characters issues but did not ruin the goodwill developed by the show throughout its years as a television show. I was satisfied. Now there is talk of a sequel and for the life of me I can't figure out what else they would have to say. Ladies ...don't spoil a good thing.
After the movies we went to a club Bembe also in Brooklyn. It was Brazilian and like a less crowded version of Habana Village in Adams Morgan. The latin music was blasting, the drummers were doing their thing and we were all enjoying the exciting beats. Great place to go enjoy wonderful music, laid back people - as in everyone from young professionals to artsy Brooklynites, and Caipirinha and Mojitos galore.
I slept well that night waking up the next day for a brief excursion to Harlem for brunch and soul foodat Amy Ruth's. On the way there, since it was a really hot day we stopped and purchased coconut and mango ice from one of the street vendors. These small refreshing goodies hit the spot...who needs the Good Humor man. I have to admit you would not find these vendors in DC. Only in NYC....
The end.
Hugs and besos!
(photos courtesy of Moviephone.com)
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Wireless Internet flights? Yes...Its About Time!
Hi Darlings:
I just have to tell you about this wonderful article I just read on Budget Travel. Southwest Airlines and Jet Blue are now offering in-flight wi-fi Internet. Yes! Can you imagine all the new fun activities you can get into while flying? You could probably even download movies from Netflix while flying. Loves it! I could blog about traveling while travelling ... hmmm not that there is much to chat about while stuck in a seat for hours but there are sure to be interesting folks to talk about.
Hugs and besos
I just have to tell you about this wonderful article I just read on Budget Travel. Southwest Airlines and Jet Blue are now offering in-flight wi-fi Internet. Yes! Can you imagine all the new fun activities you can get into while flying? You could probably even download movies from Netflix while flying. Loves it! I could blog about traveling while travelling ... hmmm not that there is much to chat about while stuck in a seat for hours but there are sure to be interesting folks to talk about.
Hugs and besos
Saturday, January 05, 2008
DC2NY - Upscale Bus Alternative
Ok Darlings:
You are all aware I went to NYC recently to visit my sister for NYE! (love acronyms) Well my friend R also loves visiting NYC and was there for NYE. Being a diva socialista like yours truly she is always trying to not only find out about the new in thing in travel but is also searching for ways not to spend a lot but still have tons of fun! Isn't that the budget-fashionistas motto...
Well R and I were speaking about NYC when she mentioned a new "chinatown" bus DC2NY which operates from Washington DC to midtown NYC and caters to young professionals.
For those in the know ... the regular chinatown bus takes passengers between chinatowns or areas close in DC/NY/PA and Richmond (do they have a chinatown? ... hmmm). The best part of the regular chinatown bus and the DC2NY bus is the cost...$35 and $40 roundtrip respectively. The trip is no longer cheaper than Greyhound (yuck ... so not in) but it is way cheaper than Amtrak and more convenient than flying.
The unique part about the DC2NY bus is the onboard Internet service!
It is worth the consideration!
Hugs loves.
You are all aware I went to NYC recently to visit my sister for NYE! (love acronyms) Well my friend R also loves visiting NYC and was there for NYE. Being a diva socialista like yours truly she is always trying to not only find out about the new in thing in travel but is also searching for ways not to spend a lot but still have tons of fun! Isn't that the budget-fashionistas motto...
Well R and I were speaking about NYC when she mentioned a new "chinatown" bus DC2NY which operates from Washington DC to midtown NYC and caters to young professionals.
For those in the know ... the regular chinatown bus takes passengers between chinatowns or areas close in DC/NY/PA and Richmond (do they have a chinatown? ... hmmm). The best part of the regular chinatown bus and the DC2NY bus is the cost...$35 and $40 roundtrip respectively. The trip is no longer cheaper than Greyhound (yuck ... so not in) but it is way cheaper than Amtrak and more convenient than flying.
The unique part about the DC2NY bus is the onboard Internet service!
It is worth the consideration!
Hugs loves.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
J'aime Paris - Days 5, 6 and 7
Days 5 and 6:
The last two days I take it easy. This post will be short since these 2 days merely entail sightseeing, ambling through the city and eating ... ummm and shopping.
In Paris it is easy to just walk from place to place. I find myself at the Notre Dame which was a great and spiritual experience. There is also lots to see for architectural art history appreciators and like myself. From there the Latin Quarter is within walking reach. The Sunday bazaar at the Latin Quarter is worth a second look. There are lots of old books, pictures and old lithographs. Lots to see and buy if you want gifts that aren't the cheesy Eiffel Tower statuettes. I next walk through Marais on my way to the Picasso museum.
On a fashion note, I still observe that for Parisiens the bell sleeved look has either come and gone or never really arrived. All the jackets or caplets are straight sleeves with empire waist lines. I think I counted two women with bell sleeves in a highly tourist area - so not sure if they lived in Paris. For certain, eyeware is most definitely a fashion statement. If you have to wear them here you most definitely most make a statement. The different or brighter the better. Wide legged pants on women is not a popular look at all. All jeans and slacks are form fitted.
Marais on a Sunday is great for people watching since its bohemian and all the stores are practically open.
Later that night on the 6th day, the final dinner in Paris was at La Cagouille. The best seafood ever. The meal started with mini courtesy clams. Then we had sardine sashimi and mini fishettes (my word) for appetizers. Red snapper and sea bass - rounded out the meal. The restaurant came highly recommended and the experience was purely divine. It was a satisfying 2.5 hour dinning experience.
Day 7:
Au revoir Paris
The last two days I take it easy. This post will be short since these 2 days merely entail sightseeing, ambling through the city and eating ... ummm and shopping.
In Paris it is easy to just walk from place to place. I find myself at the Notre Dame which was a great and spiritual experience. There is also lots to see for architectural art history appreciators and like myself. From there the Latin Quarter is within walking reach. The Sunday bazaar at the Latin Quarter is worth a second look. There are lots of old books, pictures and old lithographs. Lots to see and buy if you want gifts that aren't the cheesy Eiffel Tower statuettes. I next walk through Marais on my way to the Picasso museum.
On a fashion note, I still observe that for Parisiens the bell sleeved look has either come and gone or never really arrived. All the jackets or caplets are straight sleeves with empire waist lines. I think I counted two women with bell sleeves in a highly tourist area - so not sure if they lived in Paris. For certain, eyeware is most definitely a fashion statement. If you have to wear them here you most definitely most make a statement. The different or brighter the better. Wide legged pants on women is not a popular look at all. All jeans and slacks are form fitted.
Marais on a Sunday is great for people watching since its bohemian and all the stores are practically open.
Later that night on the 6th day, the final dinner in Paris was at La Cagouille. The best seafood ever. The meal started with mini courtesy clams. Then we had sardine sashimi and mini fishettes (my word) for appetizers. Red snapper and sea bass - rounded out the meal. The restaurant came highly recommended and the experience was purely divine. It was a satisfying 2.5 hour dinning experience.
Day 7:
Au revoir Paris
Thursday, October 25, 2007
J'aime Paris - Days 3 and 4
Day 3:
On Day 3, I start focusing on shopping and doing research on whether or not stores in Paris would be interested in carrying my Diva Bugs purses.
On this day however, the first stop of the day is at the Reciproque stores on Rue de la Pompe that I discover in the guide book. This I have to say is a must see for an American because its the Parisienne version of the thrift shop that puts any thrift/consignment store I've seen here to shame! Rows upon rows of Chanel, Prada, Betsey Johnson, Louis Vuitton ... you name the couture designer and their clothes - vintage and last season - will more than likely be on the racks! Shoes, jewelry included ... The also have a menswear store. But don't go looking for bargains because there are none. That American concept has not made it to Paris. :)
We next make it too Marais at the other side of town. The first store I enter Ginger Lyly has the nicest lady. I look around the store and notice everything Dominica - flag, pics, shoes in (red, yellow and green) - perplexed I question her about it. She says it is her love and goes on about the island being her favorite place in the world ... instantly she does not know it but we are now best friends forever! I tell her I was born there. We start talking about what I should do about getting my line in Parisienne stores. I go to her store because she is known for carrying young designers. But, she is closing shop and moving to Bali. She gives me great advice. We move on...
Who knows maybe Divabugs might be in Paris....:oneday. :)
After a "quick" day of shopping we head home. Dinner reservations for the Buddha Bar. R has been dying to go there. When she was last in France it was well known for celeb spotting. Dinner at the BB is a delightful pan-Asian experience. We have frog legs for appetizer which can be both Vietnamese and French. There is the option for sushi or bento boxes but we go for the hot entrees. The dinning experience was great, however no stars were spotted.
After dinner, we head upstairs to the bar area and hang out at a small table with random guy who has open seats until his girlfriend comes. The BB seems to be the place to go for drinks. It is packed and seating is high commodity. Bring lots of cash. Our companion is well travelled and shares stores on his excursion. We listen. He is not bad to look at. His girlfriend comes and she is fun to hang out with.
After a few hours of talking to them and some Brits who are here for the Rugby World Cup we head to L'Etoile to end the night dancing.
L'Etoile was fun. I always find clubbing abroad to be a great experience. Young and old dancing. Uninhibited fun! I had a great time.
On Day 4:
I do some marathon shopping (lets see: out to outlets by 8, come back home, shop some more) and finally take notes on the fashion trends that make up the Parisienne scene. The mohawk is there too, country western inspired boots for women, pierced gem moles on upper lip, slim fitted tight jeans, leggings with everything.
There is not much to say but shopping should be declared a sport! It's Saturday and since I realize that most stores are either closed on both Sunday and Monday or just Sunday so I know right away that I am on a mission. I leave on Tuesday. In the end I am tired and famished.
After shopping I do the cafe thing again. Unavoidable and plus I still haven't taken my - writer at the cafe drinking capuccino while writing in my journal picture. I am on a mission. By the end of today it is chillier than the other days and the reality sinks in that Parisiens will sit outside rain or shine. They are hardcore!
As usual dinner is planned. Great opportunity to try on my new boots and take pics everywhere... ummm yeah.
We have tons of fun at dinner and hanging out with some new French friends ... delightful...
"Carrie Bradshaw Thoughts": Fun is a three letter word that holds a different meaning for practically everyone. For some it holds much complexity that bars them from truly enjoying life. For others it is merely a simple three-letter word. Living in the moment is not as easy for some as it is for others.
On Day 3, I start focusing on shopping and doing research on whether or not stores in Paris would be interested in carrying my Diva Bugs purses.
On this day however, the first stop of the day is at the Reciproque stores on Rue de la Pompe that I discover in the guide book. This I have to say is a must see for an American because its the Parisienne version of the thrift shop that puts any thrift/consignment store I've seen here to shame! Rows upon rows of Chanel, Prada, Betsey Johnson, Louis Vuitton ... you name the couture designer and their clothes - vintage and last season - will more than likely be on the racks! Shoes, jewelry included ... The also have a menswear store. But don't go looking for bargains because there are none. That American concept has not made it to Paris. :)
We next make it too Marais at the other side of town. The first store I enter Ginger Lyly has the nicest lady. I look around the store and notice everything Dominica - flag, pics, shoes in (red, yellow and green) - perplexed I question her about it. She says it is her love and goes on about the island being her favorite place in the world ... instantly she does not know it but we are now best friends forever! I tell her I was born there. We start talking about what I should do about getting my line in Parisienne stores. I go to her store because she is known for carrying young designers. But, she is closing shop and moving to Bali. She gives me great advice. We move on...
Who knows maybe Divabugs might be in Paris....:oneday. :)
After a "quick" day of shopping we head home. Dinner reservations for the Buddha Bar. R has been dying to go there. When she was last in France it was well known for celeb spotting. Dinner at the BB is a delightful pan-Asian experience. We have frog legs for appetizer which can be both Vietnamese and French. There is the option for sushi or bento boxes but we go for the hot entrees. The dinning experience was great, however no stars were spotted.
After dinner, we head upstairs to the bar area and hang out at a small table with random guy who has open seats until his girlfriend comes. The BB seems to be the place to go for drinks. It is packed and seating is high commodity. Bring lots of cash. Our companion is well travelled and shares stores on his excursion. We listen. He is not bad to look at. His girlfriend comes and she is fun to hang out with.
After a few hours of talking to them and some Brits who are here for the Rugby World Cup we head to L'Etoile to end the night dancing.
L'Etoile was fun. I always find clubbing abroad to be a great experience. Young and old dancing. Uninhibited fun! I had a great time.
On Day 4:
I do some marathon shopping (lets see: out to outlets by 8, come back home, shop some more) and finally take notes on the fashion trends that make up the Parisienne scene. The mohawk is there too, country western inspired boots for women, pierced gem moles on upper lip, slim fitted tight jeans, leggings with everything.
There is not much to say but shopping should be declared a sport! It's Saturday and since I realize that most stores are either closed on both Sunday and Monday or just Sunday so I know right away that I am on a mission. I leave on Tuesday. In the end I am tired and famished.
After shopping I do the cafe thing again. Unavoidable and plus I still haven't taken my - writer at the cafe drinking capuccino while writing in my journal picture. I am on a mission. By the end of today it is chillier than the other days and the reality sinks in that Parisiens will sit outside rain or shine. They are hardcore!
As usual dinner is planned. Great opportunity to try on my new boots and take pics everywhere... ummm yeah.
We have tons of fun at dinner and hanging out with some new French friends ... delightful...
"Carrie Bradshaw Thoughts": Fun is a three letter word that holds a different meaning for practically everyone. For some it holds much complexity that bars them from truly enjoying life. For others it is merely a simple three-letter word. Living in the moment is not as easy for some as it is for others.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
J'aime Paris - Days 1 and 2
Day 1:
I arrive in Paris really early in the morning and realized while making my way through the airport that 1.) I over packed because my heavy bags are not conducive to trekking quickly through CDG - gates A to G. and 2.) putting on my French thinking cap is taking effort.
I am looking for the train. I ran into an airport attendant who tries to get me to take the expensive shuttle to the city. We have those hustlers in DC too....chuckle. But I know the train is the way to go. I will have to find another attendant without a "friend" to help me.
Thankfully my talkative nature was a boon on the plane because a fellow American was kind enough to alert me that tomorrow there might be a transportation strike in Paris. Hmmmm....gotta find out what that means exactly. Well at least I will be prepared for tomorrow.
8:40am: I finally get to the train.
Amazing aspect of riding on the train is that you get to see the beauty that is the outskirts of Paris. Everything is so green and the vegetation lush as the train woshes by. Already I can tell in a way that I stand out because I spot a few eyes on me most of them from various African people in my train car.
Amazingly, my bag is big but people go around it and look at me and wave with the "don't worry" hand motion and nod. Some smile. Do they think I am Parisien or do they realize I am a tourist? Who are these people and why aren't they rude!
9:40am: Rue de Villiers - on my way to the hotel.
9:50am: Ok. So I admit that I am lost. I roads are winding and curvy. I can't tell which way is north or south and my map confusing. I go to a small hair salon and ask the owner for directions. He is not only really helpful but smells really good and is so Parisien - nose and all.
Get to hotel. Check in. Ask for directions to the tour buses. Quick shower. On my way!
Find the Eiffel Tower where the tour bus stop is - but have to wait to visit the ET because R (my travel buddy) wants to go tomorrow. Admittedly I know with my fear of height issues having someone else there with me would be a good idea.
The tour bus was great. I get a full view of the city and can get on or off whenever. We go through Invalides, Champs Elysee, the Arche du Triomphe and the Louvre where I get off.
Louvre: The Louvre was an overall great experience. I got to see many of the art works and sculptures that I studied in undergrad - the etruscan statues, Code of Hammurabi, Medieval art and Venus de Milo - awe inspiring. I am not sure if the French painter section was what I expected especially my visit of the Mona Lisa - but overall the Louvre is a must see on a visit to Paris. I still feel like I did not see everything.
End the day sitting outside of a cafe with glass of wine. The french guy next to me is explaining the wine and the area of France where it is made. He seems really nice. Cafes are so good for people watching.
"Carrie Bradshaw" thoughts: The tour bus gives me an up close and personal look at the many buildings in Paris. Already I can tell there is a lot that is special about Paris - most importantly the amazing architecture. The buildings have that extra swirl and curl, romantic reliefs of latin or Parisienne woman in flowing gowns and muscular men doing what muscular men do - showing off their muscles holding heavy baskets of fruit. Is it being surrounded by all these extra touches that puts the Parisiens and visitors in an indefinite romantic mood? Or is it that these extra touches backfire and can sometimes make Parisiens just plain bitter?
Day 2:
I wake up late! Yikes! Gotta get out of the hotel and to the apt and figure out how much the transportation strike has affected the Paris metro. Ummm ...on second thought I will take a cab ... if I can find one since I have to go from one end of town to the next. I find a cab. The driver says that the trip will cost 15 Euros. Heavy bags and the unknown regarding the strike tell me that 15 euros is a great deal...:) As we drive through the city and quaint neighborhoods I have a "Two Days In Paris" moment. As we zip through the streets on our mission....I could just tell we are were zooming by the different Arrondisements. I squinted instead and focused on the different store windows. I ponder once again my rationale why Paris is considered so romantic. So much goes into the architecture. Even the metro signs have curves. The buildings have so much extra curves and swirly details. You will find no Washingtonian plain gray facade.
When I finally get to the apt. I am amazed not only that it exists ...;)but also that it is quite comfortable. Only major issue was having to lug my bags up four flights of stairs! Way better than the hotel room ... which was too tiny and for the price not that extravagant. It served a purpose.
R and I spend some time catching up and taking pictures but had to leave after sometime because the day was flying by and we had to make it to the Eiffel Tower. We wait in line for about an hour but the waiting was worth it just to experience getting to the top of the tower. It was exhilirating eventhough the physical going up was nerve wrenching.
Afterwards, we walk to the Champs Elysee and hang out with the beautiful people. Sipping coffee and eating pastries .... delightful!
On the way home, I met guy from Martinique in the subway. He was shy but fun and accommodating. He was looking for a job so I thought it would be a good opportunity to ask him about job hunting in Paris as a minority. He says that the climate now was to hire two or three blacks so as to give the impression that the company/firm is not prejudice. He was optimistic because fellow minority engineers who had graduated from engineering school the year before he did were all gainfully employed. I thought that was a positive light for him but mentioned getting in the door was a simple challenge but the biggest hurdle might be climbing the proverbial corporate ladder.
This was definitely a day for meeting interesting french guys. I guess I can blame new 10 minute buddies on the chaotic Parisienne transportation system.
At the next subway transfer point, I meet Chris the astronomer who lived and studied in Hawaii for 5 years. His dad was American - they don't talk. He goes on and on.
R thinks its odd that people share their personal stories and secrets with me. I just shrug and and say they can't resist the smile. In fact I am really interested in learning more french culture and society below the surface. I have heard and read so much and now I have the opportunity to get the word from the horses mouth so to speak.
When Chris gets tired of waiting, he leaves and we meet Frederick who is French-Canadian actor and I strike up a conversation. We speak of politics and his life...of course. He tells me he grew up in Canada but met his wife in Paris and has lived here ever since. He is well read about American politics and is rooting for Hillary ... in fact all French people I meet are rooting for Hillary. Go figure... she is a force. He hates Sarkozy and thinks Bill Clinton would make a good president for France (chuckle...to myself; Hillary in the US and Bill in Paris...interesting). While we are in France, Sarkozy's divorce is final. His wife has a new man and he a new gal. Frederick is amused by this turn of events.
The train finally comes and we head home, go to restaurant, eat and call it a night. I am tired.
"Carrie Bradshaw thoughts": On delightful days when all is going well people rarely have any time to give each other. But in the most disasterous times we always look beyond the adrenaline rush and reach out. Why is it that we are finally at a place where we put the importance of looks aside and see through facades at what is important?
I arrive in Paris really early in the morning and realized while making my way through the airport that 1.) I over packed because my heavy bags are not conducive to trekking quickly through CDG - gates A to G. and 2.) putting on my French thinking cap is taking effort.
I am looking for the train. I ran into an airport attendant who tries to get me to take the expensive shuttle to the city. We have those hustlers in DC too....chuckle. But I know the train is the way to go. I will have to find another attendant without a "friend" to help me.
Thankfully my talkative nature was a boon on the plane because a fellow American was kind enough to alert me that tomorrow there might be a transportation strike in Paris. Hmmmm....gotta find out what that means exactly. Well at least I will be prepared for tomorrow.
8:40am: I finally get to the train.
Amazing aspect of riding on the train is that you get to see the beauty that is the outskirts of Paris. Everything is so green and the vegetation lush as the train woshes by. Already I can tell in a way that I stand out because I spot a few eyes on me most of them from various African people in my train car.
Amazingly, my bag is big but people go around it and look at me and wave with the "don't worry" hand motion and nod. Some smile. Do they think I am Parisien or do they realize I am a tourist? Who are these people and why aren't they rude!
9:40am: Rue de Villiers - on my way to the hotel.
9:50am: Ok. So I admit that I am lost. I roads are winding and curvy. I can't tell which way is north or south and my map confusing. I go to a small hair salon and ask the owner for directions. He is not only really helpful but smells really good and is so Parisien - nose and all.
Get to hotel. Check in. Ask for directions to the tour buses. Quick shower. On my way!
Find the Eiffel Tower where the tour bus stop is - but have to wait to visit the ET because R (my travel buddy) wants to go tomorrow. Admittedly I know with my fear of height issues having someone else there with me would be a good idea.
The tour bus was great. I get a full view of the city and can get on or off whenever. We go through Invalides, Champs Elysee, the Arche du Triomphe and the Louvre where I get off.
Louvre: The Louvre was an overall great experience. I got to see many of the art works and sculptures that I studied in undergrad - the etruscan statues, Code of Hammurabi, Medieval art and Venus de Milo - awe inspiring. I am not sure if the French painter section was what I expected especially my visit of the Mona Lisa - but overall the Louvre is a must see on a visit to Paris. I still feel like I did not see everything.
End the day sitting outside of a cafe with glass of wine. The french guy next to me is explaining the wine and the area of France where it is made. He seems really nice. Cafes are so good for people watching.
"Carrie Bradshaw" thoughts: The tour bus gives me an up close and personal look at the many buildings in Paris. Already I can tell there is a lot that is special about Paris - most importantly the amazing architecture. The buildings have that extra swirl and curl, romantic reliefs of latin or Parisienne woman in flowing gowns and muscular men doing what muscular men do - showing off their muscles holding heavy baskets of fruit. Is it being surrounded by all these extra touches that puts the Parisiens and visitors in an indefinite romantic mood? Or is it that these extra touches backfire and can sometimes make Parisiens just plain bitter?
Day 2:
I wake up late! Yikes! Gotta get out of the hotel and to the apt and figure out how much the transportation strike has affected the Paris metro. Ummm ...on second thought I will take a cab ... if I can find one since I have to go from one end of town to the next. I find a cab. The driver says that the trip will cost 15 Euros. Heavy bags and the unknown regarding the strike tell me that 15 euros is a great deal...:) As we drive through the city and quaint neighborhoods I have a "Two Days In Paris" moment. As we zip through the streets on our mission....I could just tell we are were zooming by the different Arrondisements. I squinted instead and focused on the different store windows. I ponder once again my rationale why Paris is considered so romantic. So much goes into the architecture. Even the metro signs have curves. The buildings have so much extra curves and swirly details. You will find no Washingtonian plain gray facade.
When I finally get to the apt. I am amazed not only that it exists ...;)
R and I spend some time catching up and taking pictures but had to leave after sometime because the day was flying by and we had to make it to the Eiffel Tower. We wait in line for about an hour but the waiting was worth it just to experience getting to the top of the tower. It was exhilirating eventhough the physical going up was nerve wrenching.
Afterwards, we walk to the Champs Elysee and hang out with the beautiful people. Sipping coffee and eating pastries .... delightful!
On the way home, I met guy from Martinique in the subway. He was shy but fun and accommodating. He was looking for a job so I thought it would be a good opportunity to ask him about job hunting in Paris as a minority. He says that the climate now was to hire two or three blacks so as to give the impression that the company/firm is not prejudice. He was optimistic because fellow minority engineers who had graduated from engineering school the year before he did were all gainfully employed. I thought that was a positive light for him but mentioned getting in the door was a simple challenge but the biggest hurdle might be climbing the proverbial corporate ladder.
This was definitely a day for meeting interesting french guys. I guess I can blame new 10 minute buddies on the chaotic Parisienne transportation system.
At the next subway transfer point, I meet Chris the astronomer who lived and studied in Hawaii for 5 years. His dad was American - they don't talk. He goes on and on.
R thinks its odd that people share their personal stories and secrets with me. I just shrug and and say they can't resist the smile. In fact I am really interested in learning more french culture and society below the surface. I have heard and read so much and now I have the opportunity to get the word from the horses mouth so to speak.
When Chris gets tired of waiting, he leaves and we meet Frederick who is French-Canadian actor and I strike up a conversation. We speak of politics and his life...of course. He tells me he grew up in Canada but met his wife in Paris and has lived here ever since. He is well read about American politics and is rooting for Hillary ... in fact all French people I meet are rooting for Hillary. Go figure... she is a force. He hates Sarkozy and thinks Bill Clinton would make a good president for France (chuckle...to myself; Hillary in the US and Bill in Paris...interesting). While we are in France, Sarkozy's divorce is final. His wife has a new man and he a new gal. Frederick is amused by this turn of events.
The train finally comes and we head home, go to restaurant, eat and call it a night. I am tired.
"Carrie Bradshaw thoughts": On delightful days when all is going well people rarely have any time to give each other. But in the most disasterous times we always look beyond the adrenaline rush and reach out. Why is it that we are finally at a place where we put the importance of looks aside and see through facades at what is important?
Sunday, October 14, 2007
I love Paris in the Fall!
Hi Loves,
For the most of this week and a little of the next I will be in Paris! Thats paaaa-wreeee - phonetically for the those who don't speak francois.
I plan to post a few stories while away if possible to let you know about my stay. So stay tuned!!
Hugs.
For the most of this week and a little of the next I will be in Paris! Thats paaaa-wreeee - phonetically for the those who don't speak francois.
I plan to post a few stories while away if possible to let you know about my stay. So stay tuned!!
Hugs.
Monday, September 24, 2007
Birthday Celebration - Divafied!
Hi Divas:
My birthday was on Saturday! Like a typical Virgo I planned every minute of my day and I must say I enjoyed every moment! It was most definitely a diva divine day throughout! Since this was a celebration I won't get philosophical but I must say that I combined two of my favorite things, finding peace and hanging out with my friends. Both may seem on opposite ends of the spectrum but they bring me joy...and fun.
Saturday was a day I enjoyed the patchwork that is the Georgetown experience. I started the day canoeing on the Potomac river at 8am. To insight thoughtfulness and meditation, an open expanse of water and a small boat are the way to go. My rowing skill level is way below beginner ... yikes ... but my ability to enjoy my moment on the water did not leave me remissed.
Next I met friends at Baked and Wired for tea and pastries. This architecturally exact and well defined space as my friend V raved offered some of the best cupcakes in the city. I opted for the refreshing hibiscus tea and a pastry and savored every morsel that came with good conversation.
Yoga and spa treatments followed tea time. I spent the rest of the afternoon resting before my night out. Over dinner I once again experience the tremendous joy of having my friends from the different facets of my life meet each other. Simply divine laughs, giggles and tons of glee and fun. Dinner at Bangkok Bistro lasted 4 hours.
A few more hours of clubbing and my special day was complete! Until next year....what shall I plan.
Ciao babes.
(1 or 2 pics to come later)
My birthday was on Saturday! Like a typical Virgo I planned every minute of my day and I must say I enjoyed every moment! It was most definitely a diva divine day throughout! Since this was a celebration I won't get philosophical but I must say that I combined two of my favorite things, finding peace and hanging out with my friends. Both may seem on opposite ends of the spectrum but they bring me joy...and fun.
Saturday was a day I enjoyed the patchwork that is the Georgetown experience. I started the day canoeing on the Potomac river at 8am. To insight thoughtfulness and meditation, an open expanse of water and a small boat are the way to go. My rowing skill level is way below beginner ... yikes ... but my ability to enjoy my moment on the water did not leave me remissed.
Next I met friends at Baked and Wired for tea and pastries. This architecturally exact and well defined space as my friend V raved offered some of the best cupcakes in the city. I opted for the refreshing hibiscus tea and a pastry and savored every morsel that came with good conversation.
Yoga and spa treatments followed tea time. I spent the rest of the afternoon resting before my night out. Over dinner I once again experience the tremendous joy of having my friends from the different facets of my life meet each other. Simply divine laughs, giggles and tons of glee and fun. Dinner at Bangkok Bistro lasted 4 hours.
A few more hours of clubbing and my special day was complete! Until next year....what shall I plan.
Birthday Poem
A Young Lady looked up one evening. The moon was Full, bright, energized and full of light. Already in a pensive mood,She pondered the uniqueness and timeliness of the lunar and all cycles.She realizes that life is amazing because right as one cycle ends another new and glorious one emerges. The adventure was about to start all over again.Time to Celebrate!
Ciao babes.
(1 or 2 pics to come later)
Thursday, August 30, 2007
2 days in Paris...not much but maybe
Divas:
What do you do on a hot day especially when you have a bonding day planned with your younger sister? tick tock tick tock ...you go to the movies. Afterall, its a cool hang out, inexpensive, relaxing and different. Like conscientious movie-goers, we saw the indie film "2 Days in Paris". Was I expecting more than the ordinary? Not really. Mind you ... I love indie films. 8 out of 10 times if I have a choice - hands down my first pick would be an indie film. It was an adequate choice on a hot day.
What do you do on a hot day especially when you have a bonding day planned with your younger sister? tick tock tick tock ...you go to the movies. Afterall, its a cool hang out, inexpensive, relaxing and different. Like conscientious movie-goers, we saw the indie film "2 Days in Paris". Was I expecting more than the ordinary? Not really. Mind you ... I love indie films. 8 out of 10 times if I have a choice - hands down my first pick would be an indie film. It was an adequate choice on a hot day.
from. Yahoo moviesFor me the choice of 2 Days versus lets say "The Nannie Diaries" (deep breath ... ok loved the book but really wanted to see the Paris movie) ok this time 2 Days won. Lets just say, this choice led to a wonderful afternoon treat. We both loved the story line and although I expected more pics of Paris - in anticipation of my trip ... yay- I was content with the plot they offered. The movie was unusual, fun, true and thought evoking while not being overly thought provoking. So we were able to discuss afterwards without our ice cream melting.
2 Days is a wonderful movie co-starring Adam Goldberg and Julie Delpy. Its an unconventional love story so they've skipped the boy meets girl plot line and instead infiltrated the plot line with real people and a real if not quirky story.
A boyfriend and girlfriend head to Venice but visit Paris during their trip because her parents are there, she is parisienne and it is just the proper thing to do. He is an architect and she a photographer. Her father is an artist obsessed with drawing male genitalia and owner of an art gallery, her mother overboding and a bit emotional, her sister a confused psychologist for troubled children who seems like she might need counseling herself - she dreams of hurting them.
In the process of visiting the family who know the intricacies of their love/sex life (ouch ... his girlfriend is very open - who can blame her her dad draws peepees) he deals with meeting all her ex-boyfriends who all conversate with her in French. He is not fluent and does not have any comprehension of what they are saying. So he is perplexed and confused as to whether she is having an affair with one of these guys and whether he really knows her at all.
He, I might add is an ok looking american prone to illness galore and she is imperfect and can't face the idea of commitment - real people. In the end they fight and decide to stay together BECAUSE with all their flaws they can't see being with anyone else. They have each found THAT PERSON with the type of flaws only they can stomach that have become their comfort zone...Je t'aime!
Ciao,
Hugs
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Better View b4 You Fly
Hey Divas:
Just in case you are planning a trip abroad in the future...
Check out this neat new website where you pick a hotel and get a virtual tour of the hotel and the locale outside as well as the interior and rooms. This has been sooo helpful as I plan my trip this Fall to Paris.
http://www.trivod.com/
Ciao and bon voyage to me and You darlings!
Just in case you are planning a trip abroad in the future...
Check out this neat new website where you pick a hotel and get a virtual tour of the hotel and the locale outside as well as the interior and rooms. This has been sooo helpful as I plan my trip this Fall to Paris.
http://www.trivod.com/
Ciao and bon voyage to me and You darlings!
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
West Virginia is for Friends!
It did not take long for me to say yes to another day trip to West Virginia. The first time was a water tubing trip. This time it would be a day spa excursion to help a friend celebrate her birthday.
At last Sunday was finally here! I woke up in a great mood eventhough I had forgotten about daylight savings time again this year. (Note to self: add to calendar, outlook, yahoo, etc. etc.) I got up, did my early morning Sunday duties, stopped by Starbucks, grabbed my chai latte and headed off to meet the ladies.
All five of us got in the same car and drove off to Berkeley Springs. There is nothing like a short day trip to bring out the best in everyone. With a low playing melody in the background we were able talk about everything from relationships, work, past events and life in general. We were not distracted by telephones, television or work. Very relaxing.
Two hours later we were in West Virginia. We checked into the Spa in Berkeley Springs. They offered mineral water baths with the option of roman or relaxing, steam baths and full body massages. The package we chose was the roman or relaxing bath coupled with the full body massage. The total was $45 tax included. What a bargain...
I chose the relaxing bath which was offered in a victorian tub located in a private curtained off room. To be honest the room was private except for the attendant being there in the beginning (interesting) and when she came back to turn off the bubbles. But if you are in relaxed mode like I was ... nothing should bother your groove.
Don’t get me wrong the facilities were not on the same level as Elizabeth Arden or Cultura Med but they offered the West Virginia experience - clean air, starlight skies, rustic and away from the city feelings. My massage was definitely worth the trip eventhough the masseuse used olive oil that you can purchase from like ... the grocery store, but which is still really good for the skin. Most importantly, I felt the calming effects of that massage way after dinner. In the end, some of us liked various aspects of the experience more than others. But overall, the experience of a girlfriend getaway overshadowed our expectations of luxury.
After our spa appointments we drove around to various campsites and then we had dinner at the restaurant Panaroma near an overlook and only 3 miles from the spa.
Perfect end to a perfect day for diva-socialistas!
Scene near the restaurant.
Toast to a great day and the birthday girl!
Tesia and Schwanda(birthday girl).
Me and Nimu.
(Photos courtesy of Schwanda Rountree)
Here are some cool websites just in case you are interested in taking a day trip too.
http://coolfont.com/spa/index.cfm?ContentIP=40
http://www.berkeleyspringssp.com/spa.html
http://atasiaspa.com
http://bathhouse.com
For white water rafting and tubing try -
http://www.rivertrail.com
At last Sunday was finally here! I woke up in a great mood eventhough I had forgotten about daylight savings time again this year. (Note to self: add to calendar, outlook, yahoo, etc. etc.) I got up, did my early morning Sunday duties, stopped by Starbucks, grabbed my chai latte and headed off to meet the ladies.
All five of us got in the same car and drove off to Berkeley Springs. There is nothing like a short day trip to bring out the best in everyone. With a low playing melody in the background we were able talk about everything from relationships, work, past events and life in general. We were not distracted by telephones, television or work. Very relaxing.
Two hours later we were in West Virginia. We checked into the Spa in Berkeley Springs. They offered mineral water baths with the option of roman or relaxing, steam baths and full body massages. The package we chose was the roman or relaxing bath coupled with the full body massage. The total was $45 tax included. What a bargain...
I chose the relaxing bath which was offered in a victorian tub located in a private curtained off room. To be honest the room was private except for the attendant being there in the beginning (interesting) and when she came back to turn off the bubbles. But if you are in relaxed mode like I was ... nothing should bother your groove.
Don’t get me wrong the facilities were not on the same level as Elizabeth Arden or Cultura Med but they offered the West Virginia experience - clean air, starlight skies, rustic and away from the city feelings. My massage was definitely worth the trip eventhough the masseuse used olive oil that you can purchase from like ... the grocery store, but which is still really good for the skin. Most importantly, I felt the calming effects of that massage way after dinner. In the end, some of us liked various aspects of the experience more than others. But overall, the experience of a girlfriend getaway overshadowed our expectations of luxury.
After our spa appointments we drove around to various campsites and then we had dinner at the restaurant Panaroma near an overlook and only 3 miles from the spa.
Perfect end to a perfect day for diva-socialistas!
Scene near the restaurant.
Toast to a great day and the birthday girl!
Tesia and Schwanda(birthday girl).
Me and Nimu.
(Photos courtesy of Schwanda Rountree)
Here are some cool websites just in case you are interested in taking a day trip too.
http://coolfont.com/spa/index.cfm?ContentIP=40
http://www.berkeleyspringssp.com/spa.html
http://atasiaspa.com
http://bathhouse.com
For white water rafting and tubing try -
http://www.rivertrail.com
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