We filmed one of the most amazing subjects today. Our topics have been exactly the things I’d want to experience if I was in a new city. I’ve only been here a week, but it feels more like a month cause I’ve seen and done so much.
Paris is such a cosmopolitan city. Every region of France has their own specialty — whether it’s a cheese, wine, fruit, or pastry — but Paris has them all. The more I get to know it, the more it reminds me of Hong Kong: dirty1, busy, small, crowded, old, loud, and absolutely charming.
The shooting schedule can be somewhat grueling when combined with the oppressiveness of the heat. Every day I come back to the hotel exhausted, rarely with a chance to catch up on sleep, but I keep pushing on. It’s amazing what our bodies can do when we simply don’t have time to be tired.
For the last half of my stay, Karin booked me a room at Paris-Oasis, as she wanted me to experience a comfortable life in a real Parisian home. It’s more of a guest house than a hotel, as each room is unique (and there are only five), converted from a block of apartments in Montparnasse. There’s a lovely courtyard, and my room has it’s own fridge (with complimentary drinks, even a beer), espresso maker, kettle, an HDTV with a few hundred channels, and a little dish full of candy on my desk. Perhaps one of the best parts is that it’s on the ground floor; I’ve climbed more stairs since I’ve been here than in the last year, as elevators are too bulky here and the buildings too old.
It takes a set of two keys and two codes to get into my room from the outside.
- There’s dog shit on almost every sidewalk, and men both young and old have no problem pulling their pants down and peeing on the side of the street. [↩]
Public peeing?! Good lord that’s nasty. And dog shit on the sidewalk… *sigh* Irresponsible dog owners.
I love the room! Seems very cozy. I especially like the wall color in the bathroom.
I always love the way the pastries look, but apples… hm… I don’t know.… the pinwheely ones look awesome!
Bun (the rice noodle salad) is Vietnamese, actually, as far as I know. It’s a staple for me!
My husband was just recently complaining why Europeans always use ultra modern plain furnishings (like the Mondrian chair and wall there), when they have such great, rich old architecture on the outsides. Did the people you were with seem to crave modernity?
This all makes me want to flee back there.…