Wednesday, February 08, 2006

For your pleasure: Madame Raymonde sings French songs with her zebra at the accordeon.

I took Bondi into class today, where he was roundly welcomed by one and all. He was on absolute best behaviour, lying by my chair for the first 2 1/2 hours and barely moving - even with sundry school staff walking in to peer under the class table. Late arriving students were not aware he was there until the break. For the final hour or so of class, he returned to position and snored gently through illustrations of the recent past with the formation venir de + infinitive.

Surveillance report (for those readers who are convinced yps a m'I):

- the clear plastic bags used in the extremely numerous street-waste bins are labelled with the words VIGILANCE and PROPETRE. (*Presumably numerous to deal with the quadruplicate forms you have to fill out to get things done here.)

- the toaster (grille-pain) I bought today has box in French, under-label in English, an instruction book with diagram in English (only) and instructions in French, German, and what looks to be Polish and Hungarian (but no English). Oh and it worked admirably on 4 tranches of my pain (10 more tranches to go, according to the bag). Any deviations in future test runs will be reported here faithfully.

- Edward Scissorhands is known here as Edward Silverhands (Edward aux mains d'argent).

Our capacious lift

Before arriving in Paris, I checked some of the local entertainment options on (the English-language pages of) The English was very entertaining:

As Le Marais is still the gay center of Paris, lots of places open everywhere without caring if their clients are gays or not. For example, nowadays, clubbers and gays mix each others.
One of the greatest change in parisian life too is in girls places. As there were reserved exclusively for girls before, now they open widely to boys with no problems.


The club is for men who like spanking in a friendly and cool ambiance.


The most famous travestied show in Paris.Almost everybody in France knows the incredible look of Michou, his blue glasses, and his perpetual smile. Often invited on television to represent the parisian nights, he is the symbol of the travestied shows.

Listening to: Mozart's Requiem, with a newly discovered completion (a Libera Me) by Sigismund Neukomm, written in Rio de Janeiro in 1819 for the first New World performance.
Also some French pop: debut album of Joseph d'Anvers: les choses en face.

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