Fri 4 Apr 2014
Tue 1 Apr 2014
Fri 28 Mar 2014
When I read about an exhibit at the George V Hotel about the photos taken of the Beatles fifty years ago when they first arrived in Paris and stayed at this hotel, I wanted to see it so my friend, Barbara, and I set out to see it. We walked in the door expecting to see the photos set up and the lobby was bare. Several employees looked at us with puzzled expressions not knowing what we were talking about. Here was the quote from Forbes Magazine:
In honor of the 50th anniversary, the Four Seasons George V in Paris is running a photo exhibition of Benson’s iconic shots of the Beatles in the hotel, blown up and displayed in the lobby and in front of the bar (the photos accompanying this story are used with the permission of the photographer and appear in his latest (2013) book, Harry Benson: The Beatles on the Road: 1964-1966).
Doesn’t that sound like the exhibit is going on now? Finally a lady found out that it is supposed to be in June. So, in a way, it was a wasted trip but I always enjoy seeing the flower arrangements there.
Tue 25 Mar 2014
Yesterday I joined a friend for lunch. We started at Tsubami, a “Japanese bistro” and ended up at Miss Ko, an over the top Starck restaurant that we stumbled upon accidentally.
Here’s what was inside. It was very tasty. I liked the little vegetable sides. I thought the place was a little over-priced (or am I just cheap?) but it was packed with people and there were many there to pick up to go orders.
Then we were on our way to the George V hotel for an exhibit that didn’t exist-we think it may be there in June-when I spotted some chairs outside a restaurant with fake fur on the backs. “Look at that,” I told my friend. She said, “Look at that entrance!” So we went in and were amazed at the interior. Starck is a famous designer who started that orange juicer that looked like an alien who then went on to designing just about anything you can think of including restaurants and hotels. This place is an oriental fusion sort of place with huge paintings of tatooed and naked women and cartoon characters. These umbrella lights were over a long line of tables. The place was huge extending back at what seemed a city block.
There was also a long, long bar with TV screens showing news from Japan and a dragon went zooming by now and then. We decided to sit there and have a drink. Again, I thought it over-priced, but fun. They had bo bun on the menu, one of my favorites, at the cost of 22 Euros. I can get one for eight Euros at an authentic Thai place but you are paying for the atmosphere here and the location is right up the street from the George V, so there’s that.
Sun 23 Mar 2014
Winter is late this year in Paris. In fact, I think it totally forgot to come, sort of like our guests for lunch yesterday. They are what we call an older (French)couple although, actually, they are our age. I wonder if we seem older to them. Anyway, I had asked another person to join us for lunch at noon and said guest arrived right on time. Thirty minutes passed and I started worrying because, like the Swiss, they always arrive dead on time. (We had a party once at our former place in Provence which included all of our neighbors. All of the French arrived 15 to 20 minutes late while the only Swiss couple on our street rang the doorbell on the dot announcing, “We’re Swiss! We’re always on time” They have all those clocks in Switzerland as you know.) I asked Maurice to call them because I knew something was up. He was reluctant but finally did when I suggested he call to see if they had our building codes. Sure enough, they thought our lunch was the next day. Instead of just cancelling, Maurice told them to come on. By then it was one o’clock and they live in the suburbs. I had already put my stuffed veggies (farci) into the oven and there was a little time left for them to cook, so I turned the oven off. Maurice went and bought another bottle of champagne because our other guest and I decided to start drinking and eating the munchies. An hour later, the couple arrived all breathless but bearing gifts-they always make me feel guilty and I have anxiety attacks when we go to their place trying to find something fun and original. So far, they have never given us the same thing twice, not even wine. Interestingly, this couple also brought along their house shoes. They took off their street shoes and put them on. Hmmm. Maurice does take off his street shoes when he gets home and switches to house shoes but he’s never taken them to someone else’s house when we go. I think a lot of Europeans change their shoes when they are home. I hardly ever do. My grandsons living in Switzerland have to change from street shoes to slippers when they go to school, at least in the younger grades. I suppose it keeps the floors cleaner. I have a cat so it’s a lost cause anyway. So, around 2:30 we sat down to a lunch of very well done farci. The vegetables had sort of gone very soft and fallen away from the stuffing but they tasted pretty good. I’m always a bit nervous when I cook for the French with all of those thousand of years of cooking tradition and Maurice had told the lady this so she told him for me just to serve a salad and a slice of ham. If I had done that, the late lunch would have been no problem. Oh well. They left at six. I went and crashed on the bed for a late nap and woke up with a champagne headache.
So, photos of Spring in the Luxembourg Gardens. I actually took these on the first day of Spring. It was sunny and warm enough not to need a coat but it was very windy-Spring arriving like a lion?
A look at the palace where the Senate meets. Every chair was taken to enjoy the sun but there was some sand blasting too from the wind that was blowing. I walked through the park holding my hair down.
Thu 20 Mar 2014
I was headed for the beautiful Luxembourg Gardens on the first day of Spring when I saw a sign for the exhibition at the Luxembourg Museum about Joséphine, the first wife of Napoleon. They were celebrating the anniversary of her death 200 years ago. There wasn’t a long line outside as there often is for exhibitions there so I popped in to get a look. There were paintings, furniture, clothing and jewelry all of which had belonged to her. She seduced Napoleon away from his fiancé even though she was six years older, a widow (her husband had been beheaded in the Revolution) and the mother of two children. She was from Martinique from a family of plantation owners. After a lavish coronation ceremony in which Napoleon crowned himself and then Joséphine, Napoleon divorced her in 1810 when she couldn’t have children. She settled into one of their former homes,the Château de Malmaison, where she eventually died. The exhibit was good, a quick overview of her life and collections.
Here’s a rather fuzzy photo from a book cover of the famous painting showing Napoleon about to crown Joséphine. It’s an enormous painting, almost life size. After it had been finished and hung in the museum, Napoleon told them to take it down as he was divorcing Joséphine.