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A weekend of pistachios and silk Bonjour! A couple of weekends ago, like every other weekend in Paris, was a whirlwind. The weekends are full of enjoyable activities of exploration and discovery and blossoming friendships. That Friday was the music party, and I went to check out a vocalist and grab some Vietnamese food with a friend for some French conversation. Then, we found a street party near the Paris Opéra and spent time people-watching, dancing, and getting wet from the rain (La Fete de la Musique). Paris is such a vibrant city with so many people and cultures that seemingly effortlessly blend together. After recent elections, I am curious about:
Let's go back to the weekend. You could not tell me I wasn't leaving my house. One Saturday, I ordered Vietnamese food through Uber Eats. Then, I got a phone call from my new friends who wanted to go and grab coffee. I know that I really liked these girls already because I really had to fight with myself to stay in the house, so eventually, I decided to eat the food that came and then meet them for coffee since we were only going to République, which is on the #3 metro and at the tripoint of the 3rd, 10th and 11th arrondissements. It is also about 25 or 30 minutes away from my home. So we met for coffee at a cool café with a beautiful selection of vinyl in the front of the store. Then, we went to find food to eat and stumbled upon a delicious Asian restaurant that served these delicious sandwiches. Happily, both of these girls speak French, so we had conversations in English and French. We will continue with our French because that helps us grow as French speakers. Well, after dinner, one of the ladies and I went to get ice cream, and I got a really delicious scoop of pistachio ice cream. If you're reading this blog, you'll see pistachio come up several times because I absolutely love pistachio. And the more pistachios, the better, especially in ice cream, on ice cream, and pastries. So we walked and chatted for about 45 minutes to an hour. I got about 13,000 steps on Saturday, completely different from the zero steps I had intended. Definitely two different occurrences of pistachio ice cream! Which one would you prefer? Sunday brunch, a passage, and silk However, there's always time for brunch and new people. So, on Sunday, I went to a cute place with another friend, where we thought we'd have an American breakfast. En fait, it turned out to be Danish breakfast, and it was pleasing. But, for dessert, the blueberry tart with whipped cream stole the show. Parisian tarts are always filled with fresh fruit, which makes them feel just a little bit healthier. You always know you are not getting a weird store-bought filling from a can. Sometimes, the crusts are also less sugary and thinner than you would typically find in American desserts, which is no shade to apple pie. I absolutely will always love apple pie with a scoop of ice cream. Monday blues
I used to dread Monday, and these days are not much different because we have exams every Monday. However, at least at the end of the day, I can go home and forget about French and watch the latest episode of House of Dragon. Today's exam featured an oral comprehension exercise, negation with ne...plus, ne...jamais, ne....aucun, etc, using the present and passé composé forms. There was also a writing exercise. I enjoy writing in French, probably because I enjoy writing in general. Here's a look at some of the new work.
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AuthorBonjour, I’m Tsahia—friends call me Tash. I’m a Parisian luxury-focused entrepreneur and writer, living in the heart of Paris. I'm currently studying Global Luxury Brand Management at Sup de Luxe. Archives
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