Tag: paris
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An attempt at flânerie in San Francisco: Part I, The Idea
I started the day restless and angsty: I made the mistake of going online first thing in the morning. My house in San Francisco now has wifi, so I did the standard online circuit of email, Facebook, newspaper sites and blogs before even getting out of bed. For a variety of reasons, this left me…
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Poitiers
I went to Poitiers, France this weekend to see a friend. Poitiers is a university city of 100,000 in Western France. Getting out of the big city was refreshing, and I absolutely love the decor of non-Parisian France. Here are some photos:
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Paris VI: L’américanisation
I had a pleasant surprise today when I went to my first Introduction to Contemporary Cultural History class today at La Sorbonne: this semester, the class will be focused on l’américanisation. The nerd in me was a little disappointing to miss out on the theory the class did last semester (now that I’m going to…
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Paris V: Une Exhibition
Today I went to a museum. We saw Robert Frank and Sophie Ristelhueber exhibits. We started with Robert Frank. There were two Robert Frank expositions, one of his influential book, The Americans and the other of his time in Paris during the après guerre. I spent a good amount of time in The Americans room.…
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Paris IV: Les Manifestations
I knew yesterday was going to be an interesting day. Public transportation was largely going to be shut down, and massive protests were scheduled: France was doing la grève. The eight largest union conglomerates had come together to organize a national strike in response to Sarkozy’s response to the financial crisis. For background, check out…
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Paris II: L’Apprentissage
Funny how good it feels to relearn the idealistic truths one was forced-fed as a second grader. I finally broke down the barrier that was separating me, the temporary American student, from the French inhabitants of my foyer last night. Virgile can often be found working on his graphic design in the common computer room…
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Paris I: L’Etranger
Paris feels to me right now like the color that is used on the metro maps to represent the line I use to get back to my foyer— it is a non-ostentatious pink. And something about being in this city of non-ostentatious pink makes me want to use exclamation marks when I type.
George Altshuler 