Thursday, June 21, 2007

PLACE PLUMEREAU



This is called Place Plumereau; there are cafés and bistros that form a square in the center, and the center is full of tables and chairs, which are almost always full of people. At night, it’s packed with young people, which may be hard to believe based on this photo that I took. I realized when I looked at it closely later that I somehow managed to get all the older people in town (or a group of tourists)! Auriane, my host family’s daughter who is my age, told me that Place Plumereau is “the spot.” She said “zee spuht” with her cute French accent.




Place Plumereau is the center of a large pedestrian-only area in Tours, and there are lots of tiny streets off of the center (which is Place Plumereau) that are lined with cafés and shops. This is a picture of one of the streets.












Here’s a picture of another one of the streets. This one is residential.









More pics of "Place Plume"


















































Today is June 21, the first day of summer, and it's also La Fête de la musique in France. La Fête de la musique is celebrated throughout the entire country today. In every town in France today, there will be music everywhere.

My host family tells me that the streets of Tours will be full of people late into the night tonight, playing and listening to music. There will be all types of music: classical ensembles near the Loire river, choral ensembles in the cathedral and in the garden at the Musée des Beaux-Arts, rock music in Place Plumereau and at Place Jean Jaurès, etc.

I've also been told that anyone is allowed to pull out an instrument and play, anywhere, anytime. Mme Bel said that bands set up on street corners all over town and play. In fact, I can hear music playing right now - someone is playing a recorder (!), and someone else is playing a guitar in the courtyard downstairs. As I was eating lunch, I heard a loud music coming from the high school down the street (lots of American songs being sung by the students!)

Not only is it June 21, the first day of summer, and La Fête de la musique, but it's the day Jacob arrives too! He should be in the country by now, and I'm leaving in about an hour to go meet him at the train station.

We'll go to la Fête de la musique tonight, and tomorrow I'll show him around Tours. We leave for Paris Saturday morning at 8am. I won't be posting anymore until we get back home, but check back for our pictures from Paris!

I have loved the time I've spent here in France, but I'm looking forward to getting back to my "normal" life -- it's a good "normal" life that I have with Jacob and Christian, and I've definitely missed it!

























T

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

15 OBSERVATIONS:

Here’s a list that I’ve been compiling of things that are “different” here…

And here's the disclaimer: I’m not saying that these things are right or wrong, good or bad… they are simply... different!

Observation #1 – diet orange coke

We do not have orange-flavored diet coke in the US – it’s pretty good!











Observation #2 – street signs with running people











The stick people on the signs here look like they’re running, which I find funny, since French people never seem to be in a hurry.




Observation #3 – no dryers

Most people don’t have dryers. It’s not because they can afford it – they just don’t want to use the electricity. People are very conservative with electricity and water here. This is what the Bel's use to dry clothes.










Observation #4a – separation of the sink faucets


I’ve never seen a sink like this in the US, and it took some getting used to. The left spout is hot water, and the right one is cold. The first night here, when I was trying to wash my face, I had water coming out of both faucets, and I was trying to collect water in both hands. But, the two faucets are kind of far apart, and the left was scorching hot, and the right was freezing cold! I quickly realized that wasn’t going to work, then I bumped my head on the little glass shelf and almost knocked it off the wall. I finally figured out that you’re supposed to stop up the sink and fill it to wash your face. I know, I know, it seems obvious now, but at the time, it presented quite a dilemma.


Observation #4b – other separation


Ok, so the hot and cold water are separate, but that’s not all – the toilet is separate from the shower and sink. That’s the shower and sink at the end of the hall, and the toilet is behind the white door on the right.








Observation #5 – no top sheets



People don’t use top sheets here; it’s a fitted sheet and a duvet.








Observation #6 – Sundays are strange


This is a big supermarket on Sunday – closed!









This street is usually half this size in width because every other day of the week the cafés have tables and chairs spilling out onto the street, but not on Sunday because they’re closed.











I did see one place that was open – McDonald’s (known here as “McDo”).












Observation #7 – public restrooms



These public toilets are all around town -- when you put coins in the slot (usually 20-40 centimes), the door will unlock.











Observation #8 – restrooms in buildings



Bathrooms in buildings here are often uni-sex, like this one at the Institut. There are full doors on the stalls, and everyone washes hands in the same place. It takes some getting used to to walk into a restroom when there’s a guy standing at the sink washing his hands.










Observation #9 – the hand towel


This is the hand towel in the bathroom pictured above. I have yet to see a bathroom in France with paper towels. It’s usually a towel holder like this one that rolls, except this one is broken, so it’s just hanging down. The towel is almost always wet from so many people using it – that definitely takes some getting used to.








Observation #10 – It's a “pouring” fountain, not a “drinking” fountain


This is a water fountain – you’ll notice that the spout is different from what we’re used to – you don’t drink out of it; you pour water into a cup. The cupholder is on the right.











Observation #11 – teeny-tiny cars




If you look very closely, you can see a car in this picture…








Observation #12 – the straight face is very “French”



I remember being told by a teacher when I came to France a few years ago that we shouldn’t smile all the time as we’re walking down the street because French people just don’t do that. It’s definitely not that they’re mean or unfriendly; they just don’t smile at people that they don’t know. I noticed the perfect example of this when I saw this photo that I’d take of Galéries Lafayette.






Observation #13 – the 24-hour clock


People use the 24 hour clock really often here when speaking about time – trying to hear & understand the time someone is saying in French, then having to subtract 12 is so hard to get used to! The digital clocks are on 24 hour time – you don’t see a clock that says 22:32 very often at home!





Observation #14 – French coffee AND chocolate!



I love that the coffee comes with a little tube packet of sugar and a chocolate! (and sometimes this tall, skinny glass of water!)










Observation #15 – the virtually non-existent “coffee to go”


Why the big smile? This photo was taken to commemorate the first time I ever found coffee “to go” in France – I found this in St. Malo and haven’t seen any since.










I don't have any photographic proof of this, but I must say that French driving is very... different. Here's an excerpt of something that we read in class from Les Carnets du major Thompson, written in 1954 by a French writer, from the perspective of an Englishman:

Les Anglais conduisent plutôt mal, mais prudemment. Les Français conduisent plutôt bien, mais follement. La proportion des accidents est à peu près la même dans les deux pays. Mais je me sens plus tranquille avec des gens qui font mal des choses bien qu’avec ceux qui font bien de mauvaises choses.

Les Anglais (et les Américains) sont depuis longtemps convaincus que la voiture va moins vite que l’avion. Les Français (et la plupart des Latins) semblent encore vouloir prouver le contraire.


The English drive worse, but cautiously. The French drive better, but madly. The proportion of accidents is about the same in the two countries. But I feel more at ease with people who do good things poorly than those who do bad things well.

The English (and Americans) have been convinced for a long time that the car goes slower than the airplane. The French (and most Latins) seem to still want to prove the opposite.


SO TRUE!


Jacob leaves Memphis today and will get here tomorrow. He has an overnight flight out of Atlanta, then he's going to get a train from the airport in Paris, and I'll go meet him at the train station tomorrow afternoon. Fingers-crossed that all goes well for him...





Monday, June 18, 2007

Last week I posted pictures of the Cathédral St.-Gatien that's on my street, and here are some other things that are on my street:


This is a little park that I pass on my way to school.









This is a closer look at the sign you can see at the park entrance!













This is the entrance to the Musée des Beaux-Arts.










It’s very close to the cathedral.












There is a huge tree inside the garden of the Musée des Beaux-Arts:















These pictures were taken inside the garden of the Musée des Beaux-Arts. I went there last Sunday; it was so quiet and peaceful:

























































The center of the garden was very neat and orderly, but the perimeter of that garden was very lush and much wilder.










I immediately thought of the book The Secret Garden, which I read when I was little, when I saw this tiny door hidden in this huge stone wall.















This is the entrance to the museum (I haven’t gone there yet), and there are lemon trees lining the front of the building.

















This is the music school on my street which provides nice music for the entire neighborhood! It’s actually really good (I haven’t heard any terrible tuba playing or anything like you might imagine!) it’s usually jazz or classical ensembles practicing.














Christian is in Texas now, since Jacob is getting ready to come to France. My mom has been sending me detailed emails about what all he's doing. From what I've gathered, he lives like king of the castle in Texas. Here are some pictures she sent me ... what do you think?!?

This is the soccer jersey that my friend Lu's mom brought Christian from Argentina. Dustin (my brother), the soccer enthusiast, has a matching jersey. Christian is SO proud of this jersey.



Lu -- Please show your mom this picture! She made this uncle-nephew moment possible!



Mom arranged to borrow a bike for Christian from one of her friends, so Christian has been riding around the neighborhood lakes with Haley (my sister).








Christian -- I like your new haircut!

I MISS YOU!










I think Jacob and Christian had a fun time together without me -- I hear they watched lots of Rocky movies... I just don't have pictures for the blog to prove it!

I went to the pharmacy yesterday and got some more medicine. It was the same pharmacist, and she recognized me from Saturday. She gave me some medicine, and I'm feeling much better today. Thank goodness, because...

Jacob gets here in 2 days!