1 January 2004 at 18:29 Leave a comment

A lot of snow.

Big fluffy, relentless flakes, the ground and trees were already covered before we got up, and it keeps coming down heavier and heavier. There’s nothing I like better than watching snow fall and knowing I have nowhere to go. New Year’s Day is the one holiday we’ve found that even the bread stores close! There is almost no traffic, and that snow’s going to start piling up. I had begun to wonder if it ever snows in Paris, American snow tending to fall early and often.  11 (our cat, she ‘goes to eleven’) is sitting in the window watching the snow come down, entirely entertained. Oh, and sitting on the heater. So, entertained and warm.

The last holiday in the year-end frenzy that makes me busy, happy and discombobulated. And tired. Or maybe that’s just the champagne…I don’t have much of a hangover this year. Normally champagne gives me a blistering, but I seem to have escaped the headache this year.

What is it with Thanksgiving and Christmas and New Year’s? Why do they have to hit us so ‘bang, bang, bang’? It’s really almost too much. I find I get next to nothing done starting with Thanksgiving day and scurrying through to January 3rd or 4th. Maybe 5th. The things that normally occupy my time and thoughts are completely forgotten and everything buzzes along in a frentic frenzy. Ee’s visit seemed to be over before it began, and Christmas seems like it was weeks ago.

Last night was great. I made a fantastic dinner (no, really, probably the best thing I’ve ever made up: it was a kind of chicken provencal with cajun spices, fried potatoes and bearnaise sause. It just sounded good and it was. Mmmmmmmm.) and about 10pm we headed out the door to the Metro. All public transportation was free last night, which was interesting. They just turned the turnstiles off (no red or green light) and you could just walk through. Seems like that would be a great way to keep drunk drivers off the street.

We wandered around the Ile de France, staying pretty close to Pont Neuf, which is where we wanted to be at midnight. It was beautiful. I’ve never seen the Seine at night, all the buildings lit up and the boats trolling along the river, everything looked really surreal. And lots of people yelling “Bonne Annee” and “Woohoo” at the boats going up the river toward the Tower. Most of the boats had people eating dinner on them, but one had people dancing! Very entertaining.

By 11:30 we had our spot along the bridge, right along the balustrade, facing the Eiffel Tower. To our left were some Scandinavians, to our right some Italians and behind us a group of Irish people.

At midnight, the Tour Eiffel shimmered, and everyone cheered, and bb and I kissed while the Irish behind us sang “Auld Lang Syne”. We joined in, but those enterprising Irish even knew the second verse of “Auld Lang Syne”.  Clever bastards! So we drank a cup of champagne out of our Lourdes cups with the image of Mary at the bottom that you can only see if there is liquid in them. They have the same kinds of cups at our favorite Vietnamese restaurant but there the images are, um, racy.

Absolutely the best New Year’s ever.


Entry filed under: eating, Paris.

The French "Race Bannon" Frangipane

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What I’ve been reading:

  • James Boswell, The Life of Samuel Johnson, L.L.D. (London, 14 King William Street, Strand: William P. Nimmo, 1876). 5 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 3, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985). 5 years ago
  • Italo Calvino, Six Memos for the Next Millennium (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1988). 6 years ago
  • Stephanie Kallos, Broken for You (New York: Grove Press, 2004). 6 years ago
  • Marsilio Ficino, Letters of Marsilio Ficino, v. 2, trans. Language Dept. School of Economic Science, London (New York: Gingko Press, 1985) 6 years ago

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