Bonjour à toutes et à tous! And happy Saturday! Today has been a day of discovery for me. I had the pleasure of escaping the claustrophobic streets of Paris to visit a town just outside the city called Sceaux. It was wonderful to discover a new part of Ile-de-France and to break out of Paris’s ceaseless rhythm of “métro-boulot-dodo” (which you’ll learn about at the end of this post!). One of Sceaux’s main attractions is its park, which is full of shimmering ponds and towering trees. I took a few pictures and once I get them all edited and sorted out I’ll be sure to share. In the meantime, here’s a chunk of my mind to play with:
This week I discovered Milo Greene. Yes, their self-titled album has become the new album of the moment. Their sound is raw and haunting, full of heartache and longing. And yet, it’s powerful. It is whole, meant to speak to the broken. Check ’em out.
The incredible images over at Canadian Hiking Photography, taken by the dashing Patrick Latter. Imagine vibrant mountain landscapes glowing in the setting sun, snow capped peaks towering over iridescent lakes. That’s what this photographer gives you. I’d post a photo, but I’d like to respect Patrick’s copyright restrictions. So go see for yourself— prepare to skip a breath.
Ok– I’m drooling over anything fig at the moment. And this vanilla bean ice cream with black berries and figs dessert over at Le Zoe Musings definitely fits the bill. I know it’s not the season for either figs nor ice cream, but you have to admit, this looks super fresh and yummy!
The Gaza Strip. It would be very difficult not to think about the escalating violence between Palestine and Israel at the moment. Within the past few days, hundreds upon hundreds of missiles and rockets have been fired by both sides of the conflict. The victims of the fighting have been mostly civilians, several of whom have been young children. I hope these nations and the international community will come together quickly to address this issue— neither the people of Palestine nor the people of Israel can afford more war and violence.
December. Why December, you ask? Well, it means the end of all my school work, essays, exams, everything. It also means Christmas in Paris! Above is a photo of my street, Rue de Rennes, where they’ve strung blue and white Christmas lights between the buildings like garlands. Christmas is definitely in the air!
And the French phrase of the week is….métro-boulot-dodo (pronounced meh-troh-boo-loh-doh-doh). The translation is metro-work-sleep. This is a typical French phrase that means doing the same old thing– on the metro, behind the desk, back to bed, repeat. My past two weeks have been exactly like this. Except it’s more like walk to campus, work on campus till dinnertime, come home, sleep (eventually), do it all over again. Hence, métro-boulot-dodo captures my current rhythm very well. But as I said, I broke that rhythm today, and I uncovered new inspiration as a result.
What new things did you discover this week?
Smiles and all the best,