This blog post is about Paris even though I'm in Spain now; that's partially because my first day in Spain was spent feeling sick and napping and pooping and basically acting like a miserable cow. I think it's my body's way of expressing that it's angry to have left France. I keep telling myself that, because the likely reality that I just can't drink wine and eat cheese like I used to is too sad to accept.
But anyway - Paris!
Even though it isn't snowy, being in the city around the Christmas season has been pretty cool as we've experienced different aspects of Paris we hadn't witnessed before. For example, they have these Christmas villages (Festival Noel) set up all over the place that sell cheap gifts and serve what is the Parisian version of carnival food.
You know how at North American carnivals, everything wrong in the world is combined, cooked in grease and then hilariously called "food"? The Parisian version is like this except made by people who understand the concept of shame. It's still "junk food", it just isn't filled with such obvious self-hatred. For example, the thing that we would call a "cheesedog" at the fair, in France consists of a fresh baguette and a sausage that has been smeared with dijon mustard and topped with melted brie.
I wish I had pictures. We forgot our camera's USB cord at home - but here are some pics from other people on the Internet:
These are all from Soundlandscape's Blog:
Vin chaud! A very tasty hot wine that tastes quite a bit like sangria if you served it piping hot:
Can you imagine anyone at a country fair serving deep friend Mars bars in a chef's outfit?:
The festival isn't the only thing the French do better - they also do 1950s Christmas tackiness better than us.
For example, take a look at this fantastically bizarre "spray tree" from the December 1957 Better Homes & Gardens:
Now take a look at what you can find in Paris - the same idea but in a glorious, over-the-top red!
|From Art Girl's Guide to Paris|
We are now in San Sebastián, Spain - the Basque region known as a foodie and party capital of the world. The streets are filled with restaurants that specialize in pintxo, little tapas of every fantastic variety. I cannot speak the language at all, so there will be lots of grunting and gesturing toward things I want to eat. In other words, I'll be acting as I normally do.
Ciao for now!