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Broken City, Broken Hearts

In Paris, Books-1, The Art of Travel Fall 2014 by Jack HallLeave a Comment

Paris is not a city of love—it is a city of lovers. James Baldwin makes that notion inescapably clear in his novel Giovanni’s Room, a heart wrenching tale of a young man, David, who—struggling with his sexuality—falls into a passionate and whirlwind relationship with an Italian bartender in a Parisian gay bar, Giovanni. The story, told in retrospect, follows the …

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Slow Mornings

In Quotidian life, Paris, The Art of Travel Fall 2014 by Jason Vu1 Comment

Paris, well France is general, is known for having a much slower lifestyle than the world, especially New York. Parisians walk slower, talk for longer periods of time, and can sit at cafes for hours just sipping on coffee by themselves. Another huge difference is by French law, people are not allowed to work more than 35 hours per week. …

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Le Tire Bouchon

In Quotidian life, Paris, The Art of Travel Fall 2014 by Jack Hall1 Comment

I am fond of the cafe with the red awnings and the uncomfortable chairs across from the church. I find myself here often, because they serve their espressos long and cheap and surprisingly well made. Lunch service starts at noon, announced promptly by the ringing of the church tower bells which—happening every fifteen minutes—begins to pass by so unnoticed that …

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Supermarket Sweep

In Quotidian life, Paris, The Art of Travel Fall 2014 by Annie1 Comment

Every morning I wake up early to sprawling sunlight throughout my apartment, complemented by the sounds of the traffic below that are so disruptive that I cannot just roll over and fall back asleep. Paris is a very residential city and in many places, you’ll find yourself in the middle of complete silence with no one in sight. I, however, …

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Chasing Anglicisms

In Communicating, Paris, The Art of Travel Fall 2014 by Annie1 Comment

“je prends un espresso, svp” (I’ll have an espresso, please) “vous voudrez un expresso?” (you want an expresso?) “…oui, merci” (…yes, thanks) I’ve been studying French for 5-ish years, which means I shouldn’t really have trouble communicating. And for the most part, I don’t, but there are tiny American/anglophone mannerisms that I unintentionally sprinkle into my speech that set me …

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I’m sorry, turn left where?

In Wayfinding, Paris, The Art of Travel Fall 2014 by Jack Hall1 Comment

My sense of direction is, put modestly in order to save something of my feminine dignity, lacking. However, my ability to ask for directions is, put gallantly in order to promote my independent woman-ness, phenomenal. I have adapted a very fortunate disposition so as to not mind the ‘embarrassment’ purported to be associated with the action of being lost. Maybe …

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The Marilyn Monroes of Monoprix

In Introductions, Paris, The Art of Travel Fall 2014 by Jack Hall1 Comment

The vent outside of the Monoprix, the supermarché—massive, and with unbelievably powerful gusts flowing constantly—had to have been designed by a group of Frenchmen sitting in a room, discussing the beautiful skirts of the variable housewives and strikingly lovely young women who move frequently around the market on Rue du Rennes. In the span of walking into the supermarket, realizing …