Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Helen

Mul läheb kenasti, raskelt, aga kenasti. Kallistan.

Autumn in Paris


At the place where I have spent most of my life, where I have spent all my summers turning into fall...know the feeling of bittersweetness---sad-that-summer-is-over-and-anxiousness-about-the-new-season-of-school-or-what-ever-to begin... I need to point out that in Paris, august has been hotttt, and since those hot days have ended I realized that the autumn is almost here, leaves are not as bright green as they used to and there is this special scent of autumn you can barely feel....but it is there. 
August - the air was hot and thick with humidity. Every time I descended into the metro, I got hit with a wall of moist, hot air, different odours from Chanel's newest output to natural human ones...like sweat as the easy one and I-haven't-had-a-shower-since-2-weeks-ago as the worst to be standing next to.  Despite all of your efforts to look Paris-chic, you would inevitably return home bushy-haired and sweaty with eye makeup on the verge of running down your face.. Time, where you do not know what to wear is here - in the Sun it is still like July hot, yet, the wind breezes are cold and sneaky. Especially, after the metro, whilst you are still hot, you wouldn't want to get sick just because of the cold breeze... Yet, since I am still here, I can not wait to do the fall too! I'm sure that the autumn in Paris will be as amazing as any other time. 
And... another thing.. Chrish, she left to Dubai - autumn it is. 
When we first discussed that, it was in April. She told me that she was going there to do her internship in the fall... and now she left, on Sunday. I will miss her. 





Photos were taken in Montmartre, yesterday. What a place! :)
From Paris with love!
Maria



Thursday, August 16, 2012

True story, things still happen and not only to me.

Me to a French dude: So, what's the difference between French kiss and ....I don't know...British or any?
Dude: I don't know...they always ask for French one and after they don't want their British...or any...

French dude II to me about Italians: You know, Maria, French men are very very proud. Arrogant and proud. But this is nothing compared to Italian men.

A dude running in font of me. Me: "Oh, you're sooo fast!"
Him: " I know, once a girl told me the same thing. ....is it over already? and I said Yes and then she said I was like a rabbit!"

So, I had unexpected friends over for few nights by mistake. What happened was a true story:
Gare de Lyon - a train station in Paris.
Lyon train staion- train station in a small city in the South of France.
3 backpackers from est, Saaremaa.
Plan: Lyon!
Reality: Gare de Lyon!
So, 1 out of those three to a random person walking on a street, after getting out of the train station and being confused as hell: "Excuseeeemoaaaaaaa, pardoooon...could you please tell me where we are? Which city is this??"
Random dude with judgemental tone: "Um, Paris!"

 :) Have a BONNE day! :)

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Forever Waitress

Have you heard about this vicious circle - studying and needing to get a job to pay for it. Not a job on the field of your studies, but a random one.  Then, when done with school, you need to keep on working to earn money to pay off depth you got into when you were studying and didn't have time for a full time job. And the easiest is to keep your current position and just increase the hours, despite the job being something that you just do do pay the bills... 

So, remember the time, when I told you about the weird stoned waiter and how I met him again few days later after the first time. It was in January of February sometime...well, at the same tiny French restaurant, there was a waiter working. As many of them are like that, so he started asking me where I was from and what was I doing here in Paris...bla-bla-bla.. Then, unlike most of them question-askers, he told me his story too, that he was from Far-Far-Away-Land (I don't really remember from where he was, but let's go for that) and he had graduated from Sorbonne, THE top UNI in FRANCE, studied translation in masters level, French + few other languages. Sooooo, and after 5 years, he was still working at the restaurant that he got the job only to pay the rent while studying. He said it was difficult to find a better job. Sooooooooo, the thin g is. I DO NOT want to end up like that: 


And therefore, I need to find a better job right now, one that is al least slightly connected to my field, has perspectives, is fun and pays well. Either in Paris or where ever in the world. Need to figure that out within next few weeks. Wish me luck. 
Aitäh/Merci/Thank you/Takk/Tack/Kiitos/Spasibo/Dhonnobad/Danke :) 

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

A night out with Chrish

My current view

My baby







She is going to leave Paris in 3 weeks, I will miss her tiny little ass! 

At least Chrish is looking nice :) 

Working out with the private instructor.

I'll miss her, indeed. 

The Sunday Dinners

As I was doing my research on something yesterday....who knows what it was. And I randomly found myself on a site called www.gonomad.com, inspiration and links to plan your trip. And out of curiosity I searched Paris to maybe find something interesting to do. Aaaaand I did.

What needs to be done in the nearest future is to go to a dinnerparty at Jim Haynes's. A man who has hosted Sunday dinners at his home in Paris since 30 years ago by now. He has friends and total strangers going to his place to meet and have good time. And eat. The place is ca 15 min away from where I live, in fact, so attendance mandatory.

Here is the Nomad article and here is the host's official website. Anyone who wants to come with me?


The Sunday Dinners
In the early 70s launch with Cathy Sroufe (now Monnet), a Sunday salon chez moi. It is still a major event in my life and takes place, rain or shine, every Sunday evening from 20h00 to 23h00 - except for the two or three weeks in August when I attend the Edinburgh International Festival. People, over the past twenty-five years, come from all corners of the world. 


My City

Boulevard Voltaire, that's what the view was like from my tiny place I used to live.  The lady who lived behind the window, she used to clean her windows once a week, every Saturday morning. 

At the Bir-Hakeim, near the river. 

The view from on top of the Montparnasse, that used to be the tallest building in Paris. The last event , that I know of, what took place there...was the show of Justin Bieber. So, me and him, we have walked the same grounds and shared an elevator in a way. We're so close, maybe we should just get married, right. 

At the Marc Jacobs and Luis Vuitton ex. Went there with Chrishara, we had FB invitations and  it was awesome.  My favourites were the walls of where Marc J gets his inspiration from. Variety of strangeness. Kids shows to classic art pieces and all sorts of  ...everything. 


My Chrish, looking fabulous in a fabulous environment. 

Me and my Chrish

By the river, La Seine, there are different boats in dock, on many of them, people live in all year around. And this here is a little girl having tons of fun on her own private pool area. She was so cute. 

Paris Plages. Well yes, as a daughter of a captain and an islander, I must say I miss seaside. Especially at this time of the year. I misssssss going to the beach. I miss sand. I miss .... This here is the Paris version of beach. 


At the Louxemburg gardens near St Germain. I love it there! Neat!