Ohhh, it’s snowing! Not much but it’s something. I love the snow! I’ll have to take some picture if it sticks but it seems to be melting pretty quickly

Flight of the Conchords, episode 8, ‘Foux Da Fa Fa’.

This sums up F’s level of French

I’m loving Google Maps new Street View feature. I’ve been checking out my neighbourhood to see if I’m on camera (I’m not but did see one person I know) plus I’ve been checking out all my favourite places around the city. I know the street view has been available in the US for a year or two but it only became available here in Paris in October. Fun!

I’ve lived in Paris for more than 3 years and visited numerous times before living here and yet I’ve never been up La Tour Eiffel. I’m not sure why. I guess the hordes of tourists there have always scared my off. I’ve decided that if the weather is good this weekend I’m going to go up. Saturday is my 6 year wedding anniversary which will be the perfect occasion for heading up the most famous monument in Paris where we can overlook the most beautiful city in the world.

Courtesy of the brilliant photographers at Flickr.

Sometimes I forget that not all of Paris is as wealthy and beautiful as the 16th where I live. I spend most of my time in the 16th or in central Paris such as around the Bon Marche, Le Marais or around the Opera, where you’ll find the most amazing architecture, wide boulevards, and beautiful parks.

Yesterday I headed to the markets at Porte de Clignancourt to pick up a cheap pair of Converse to replace my battered old pair. I’ve been to the markets before but not for quite some time. The area is pretty filthy, even by Parisian standards, and the suburb of Saint Ouen is full of your typical ghetto type apartment blocks. Not so nice.

After getting lost in Saint Ouen we walked towards Montmartre and le Sacre Coeur and then on to the Grands Boulevards where I had a run in with a nasty waiter who refused to give me directions to the nearest bank.

I also crossed paths there with the guy from the gym who is the sosie of Said Taghmaoui. He gave ma a dirty look then headed off with his friend only to then start following and chatting up a beautiful girl he passed in the street, who was way out of his league, even though he knew F and I were watching him.

As if we hadn’t walked enough we then continued on to see the Opera house, Palais Royal, le Louvre, Musee d’Orsay, and then finally took the metro home. Exhausted.

It was incredible to see the neighbourhoods change as we moved from the periphery towards the centre of Paris. It was like two different worlds.

It’s been ages since F and I have spent an afternoon walking around Paris and even though my feet were killing me after the 5 hour trek it was well worth it.

The journées européennes du patrimoine is an annual event where government and historical buildings are opened to the public. It’s a great opportunity to check out some of the amazing architecture around the country and especially in Paris.

Last year I just happened to be passing by the Sorbonne when I saw it was open. It was great being able to look around such a grand old building.

This year I was walking past the OECD building in the 16th when one of the guards told me I could enter if I wanted to. Why not? The tour was conducted by a fellow Aussie and we got to see the OECD conference rooms and the beautiful Chateau de la Muette.

Interesting facts:

• The OECD is international territory meaning I left France for an hour or so.
• In the conference rooms, each country is represented around the table alphabetically, except for the Benelux countries. Belgium, The Netherlands, and Luxembourg are BFF and like to sit together.
• The original chateau was used be Louis IV and Marie Antoinette for their honeymoon.
• The current Chateau de la Muette was built in the 20s.
• The chateau was used by the Gestapo during World War II.
• The newest section of the OECD building was designed by IM Pei – the same guy who did the Louvre pyramid.

Not so interesting facts:

• The Aussie guy who did the tour lives about 50m down the road from me.
• I met my Greek neighbour for the first time that evening and she works as a diplomat for the OECD.
• My spell checker thinks Pei is incorrect and should be either Penis or Peeing.

Finally Monop et al are stocking sugar free Red Bull. About time! In Germany last week I saw they had the extra large cans of Red Bull as well as Red Bull Cola (which was disgusting). I’m sure we’ll get those here in 6 months.

I know how ridiculous it is to eat healthily and to stick to eating organic fruit and veges, only to wash it all down with the poison that is Red Bull/soft drink, but I can’t resist. At least I don’t drink alcohol, smoke cigarettes or do drugs. That’s something.

One of my gym friends has been pushing me to do the cycling (spinning) class with her and last night I finally caved in. I was reluctant because I did it once before in Australia and was sore for about a week after! I swore I’d never do it again. Never say never I guess.

So I got to the class early and the prof explained how to set up the bike. I hadn’t done any classes with this guy before and as soon as he realised that I’m not French, he started speaking to me in English.

Just before the class started he said to the whole class how he was going to speak in both French and English during the class – just for me! I was pretty embarrassed and it was completely unnecessary as I do understand perfectly but it was nice of him to try to help me out.

What I didn’t expect was the looks of outrage on half the people in the class. They we’re like, ‘no, pourquoi’ and one stupid cow said, ‘on est en France, on parle francais ici!’. It didn’t really bother me at the time so I just said to him to speak in French and he did for the most part.

Thinking about it after, I got really pissed off. He was just trying to be nice, to include me, and she was being a bitch about it. It’s not like she said it as a joke, she was seriously annoyed.

Yeah, we are in France and I should speak French and I do speak French, albeit not very well. But what seemed to escape her is that he was being nice. Some people seem to have forgotten what that means.

As for the class, it was great. It wasn’t as difficult as I remembered. I’m obviously much fitter now than I was then. I’ll be doing it again for sure.

You’d think living in a city like Paris you’d see celebrities all over the place. I’ve lived here for 3 years and can’t say I’ve seen anyone of interest, not of interest to me at least. Of course, I don’t exactly live in the coolest quartier in Paris or go to any trendy bars or cafes so that could explain a few things.

I did see Thierry Ardisson last year walking down, funnily enough, rue du Faubourg St Honore. Does he count as a celebrity? Not really.

During Roland Garros earlier this year I saw Marcos Baghdatis walking down the Champs Elysees after a bit of a shopping spree. Well, not really a shopping spree but he was carrying a shopping bag. Fnac, maybe? Sephora?

There were also a couple of well known tennis players training at my gym during the tournament (I live just down the road from the stadium). I assume they were well known (Brazilian I think) because people asked for their autograph. Is it not weird for a grown man to ask another grown man for his autograph?

I keep thinking one of the regulars at my gym is Said Taghmaoui. It’s not but he sure does look like him. Shame because I love him!

Earlier this week I saw Benjamin Castaldi in my hood and all I can say is that he’s surprisingly short. Again, not much of a celebrity.

But yesterday, I think, although not at all sure, I saw Lenny Kravitz in the Marais. I did a quick search and it seems he does spend a bit of time in Paris and is possibly here at the moment – so it must have been him. I’m not a fan though so, bleh.

All in all, that’s some B rate celebrity spotting.