Thursday, December 23, 2010

Le Havre: An A for effort

Narrative to follow...
Fountain in the plaza of the Hôtel de Ville

Close up of the fountain and its sculptures

Hôtel de Ville du Havre

Résistance and Déportation WWII memorial in the Hôtel de Ville plaza

Indoor terre battue at le tennis club du Havre

Tennis club neighborhood

TC neighborhood 2

TC neighborhood 3

TC neighborhood 4

TC neighborhood 5

TC le Havre club house

Entrance to the show courts at TC le Havre

Locker room

My hotel next to the Hôtel de Ville

Est. walking times

Pebble beach at Le Havre

Beach 2

Seaside 1

Seaside 2

Seaside 3

Seaside cliffs 1

Running along the ocean










Playground on the beach

It's never sunny in Le Havre

Fishing












Beautify Le Havre: take 1







Clock Tower at the Hôtel de Ville

+2 and -3

2 months into my Parisian stay and T - 3 days until I head home for the first time to see my wonderful boyfriend who I've been missing since the second he dropped me off at the airport.  A lot has happened and fortunately settled down since my last post, which was about a month and a half ago.  It's going to be quite a daunting task to write about the last 40 days, but I'll fill in some of the highlights.

Since the trip to Stockholm, in addition to finally being able to run and bike in the bois de Vincennes without the fear winding up down some rabbit hole, I've managed to find a routine here in Paris that rather suits me.  Although I had initially planned on riding my bike to school, the one-speed nature of my two-wheeled vehicle means that its primary purpose has been for cutting the travel time to the tennis courts from 45 minutes on public transport to a mere 15 minutes.  Since I have been training with the head pro at the tennis club in Joinville-le-pont 4 times a week, the time savings of about 4 hours a week, plus the added benefit of a pre-tennis warm up, makes the 80 euro purchase price totally worth it.

As for the work week, it's hard to complain about the hours.  During the fall semester, I make the trip from my place to the métro Créteil-Université on line 8 three days a week (Monday afternoon, Wednesday morning and afternoon, Thursday morning), so my schedule hardly amounts to the Parisian rhythm of "métro-boulot-dodo" (subway-work-sleep).  In fact, the métro is only one of the many options that I usually employ to arrive at UPEC (Université Paris-Est Créteil formerly Paris XII).  While my trip always begins (or ends, depending on the direction) on the line 8, the other half of the trip allows me to test several other combinations in order to add a little spice to the commute.  Bus 325/métro 8; walk/métro 1/métro 8; walk along the bois de Vincennes/métro 8; walk/bus 46/métro 8...  I've actually discovered a new route that I'll test after Christmas: walk/métro 6/métro 8.

In addition to my teaching routine, I have finally begun my trips to the Bibliothèque nationale -François Mitterrand branch (bus 325 direct or walk/métro 1/métro 14) and the Cinémathèque française where an important film library is located.  There are two problems with taking bus 325.  Although it takes me almost literally door to door, from my place to the library, it is the "almost literally" that poses a problem.  In fact, it drops me off at Starbucks' door step.  I usually try to avoid it while in France, but it is very tempting when, if it weren't for the bus shelter, the momentum of descending the step from the bus to the sidewalk would send me careening through the Seattle lady's glass entrance.  Plus, what better treat/incentive for making it across town and descending into the library's wood and metal vault that a pre-descent caffeine boost.  The other inconvenience of the 325 Château de Vincennes - Bibliothèque François Mitterrand line is that it often confronts a fair amount of traffic, lengthening the supposed 33 minute trip to somewhere around 40 to 45 minutes.  So, given that the métro Bibliothèque exit is on the opposite side of the street from Starbucks and keeps more reliable travel times, that is actually the moyen de transport of choice.

My time in Paris has also included several trips to Lyon, to Praz-sur-Arly in the Alps, and to Stockholm.  I'm planning on visiting more museums when I return.  The first Sunday of every month, many museums offer free admission.  Those will be the days for taking in the catalogued French culture and history.  For one of the most wonderful parts about living in Paris is being constantly surrounded by it.  In how many place in the world do you live down the street from a massive château and fort?  Well, I get to pass by mine every time I head to the tennis courts.  Wouldn't Christmas shopping be much more enjoyable if it allowed you to walk down the Champs-Elysées, pause for a moment to admire a view that includes the Concorde obelisk, the Eiffel Tower, and Assemblée nationale, only then to continue to walk through the jardin des Tuileries, with a glance at the Louvre's pyramid and grand walls, and then pick up métro line 1 in front of the Hôtel de Ville?  The only question being to determine between the options of strolling around Paris and driving in the US from nondescript mall 1 to nondescript mall 2, which is more pedestrian...

Monday, November 1, 2010

What's the word on the street in Stockholm...

BICYCLES!

And boy, are they everywhere!  The only place I have seen with this many people commuting on two wheels was in Amsterdam.  Apparently Stockholm won the 2010 greenest European capital award, and it's not difficult to see why.  One of the more interesting and perhaps subtle manifestations of this "greenness" is the low concentration of privately-operated motor vehicles in the city.  I'm not sure what prompted me to notice this except that I was out and about both at morning "rush hour" and the evening equivalent.  There was little to no "traffic" to speak of.  There are red buses, tramways, tunnelbana (subway), taxis, boats, bicycles, pedestrians and a steady flow of cars, but nothing that could come even close to being called "congestion".  And those who do get behind the wheel of their own Volvo, Saab, Mercedes, BMW or Peugeot (the majority of the cars here) are quite friendly, often giving the right-of-way to the bí-ped or bi-wheel.  Bicycles and pedestrians get their own lanes, and bikes even have their own traffic lights and street signs indicating the distances to various landmarks with in the city (in km, of course)!

Another example of Stockholm's commitment to Kermit's skin tone is the size of the parks and the number of gravel running paths.  Browsing the free tourist map of Stockholm, one sees little icons of runners scattered through the typical map iconography.  On my first morning, I took a jog down along the river.  In addition to being numerous, the jogging paths are accessible to locals and tourists alike.  Given the prevalence of signs both on the running path and around the streets, I managed an hour long run in a city where I had spent only about 3 waking hours, and I didn't make a single wrong turn.  If you've kept up with my running adventures through the woods next to my apartment in Paris, you'll understand how vindicated I felt.  The fact that the mental map I had made from looking at the physical map corresponded exactly to the actual layout of the city gave me a renewed confidence in my sense of direction. (And gives even greater support to the notion that the French are really trying to re-create Alice's Wonderland in the Bois de Vincennes.)

Having missed making the tournament in Stockholm by two places, the tennis and tourism gods have afforded me a little extra time to explore the capital of Scandinavia (according to the TI bureau).
Courts at Nasbypark Tennisklub (in Taby, north of the city)
While I have certainly explored other areas of Stockholm including the old town on Gamla Stan, I have spent the most time on Djugarden.
 
As you'll notice in the photo of the map, most of the island is just that...a garden.

However, it also is home to some of Rick Steve's top rated sights to see in the city including Skansen, Nordika Museet (The Nordic Museum), and the Vasamuseet (home to a big 17th century ship).  I've already visited two of the three and will probably check out the boat museum tomorrow.  See Skansen and its playful Scandinavian animals (including reindeer!) below.


a Sami (formerly "Lapp") teepee

Brown Bear, Brown Bear what do you see...?


Elk



Reindeer (above) and Wolverines playing hide-and-seek

 
Golden Pretzel marks the spot!
Vanilla creme-filled pastry - yummm!
A trip to the Royal Palace is in the works as well.  I had planned on doing the Smorgasbord and that Grand Hotel, but when I discovered online that the meal cost about 50 dollars (all-you-can eat, which never ends up being a good deal for the light to moderate eater) I opted for the budget version.  What is the budget version you might inquire?  Well, the following photograph will provide you with a small clue.

It consisted of a trip to the Coop Konsum (a grocery store) and about five to six hundred Krona that needed to be spent by the next day.  While I only managed to spend about 312 SEK (definitely could have gone bigger, but I hadn't been keeping a close calculation of the cost of the items in my basket), I have a smorgasbord that will last months, and thus can be enjoyed in more manageable quantities.  (You'll notice that most of the items are sweets.)  Although I did manage to pick up some fish paste (salmon version), I didn't think that the meatballs would do too well in my suitcase. 

Two traditional Swedish desserts are reserved for "fika" (a Swedish tradition that consists of coffee and a pastry - a modification of the word "kaffe", which just means "coffee").  Both of the desserts in question have and will come from a konditori (bakery) that I read about in the Scandiavian Air (SAS) in-flight magazine called Vete-Katten.  The name refers to some sort of expression that uses "cats" (think "cat got your tongue"), but that actually has nothing to do with cats.  (I can't remember what the expression was or what it refers to.  I should be able to check on the airplane on the way back to France.)  The first of the desserts, I enjoyed this afternoon in the kafferum (yep, coffee room).  The "kanelbulle" (kah-nel-bu-lah), also known as a cinnamon roll, actually bears very little resemblance to its American cousin.  
As one might expect in the comparison between American and European versions of a particular food, the American cinnamon roll is the kanelbulle on sugar steroids.  The Swedish kannelbulle (at least the one at Vete-Katten), is actually a rather light sweet bread (not sweetbread), sprinkled with some course grains of sugar.
Even the cinnamon is not overpowering.  Given that that KB lacks the gobs of butter and icing found smothering the American cinnamon roll, you can enjoy your treat without blowing your quota of calories for the week.

The second yummy dessert that I will check out tomorrow actually does bear resemblance to the American version that I have seen only one place in the US.  The Princess Cake (the Swedish begins with something that looks like "princess" but ends with about 10 more letters tacked on) is a cream-filled sponge cake iced with marscapone cheese.  While the one that is famous at the Albemarle Baking Company in Charlottesville, VA always has a neutral, ivory-colored marscapone, the two princesses that I have witnessed here in Stockholm are wearing a bright orange or bright green marscapone dress.  Here they are filled with cream/custard and a bit of raspberry.


I guess it's a very good thing there are so many parks and opportunities for exercise in Stockholm.  With all the options available for a daily gourmet fika, we might find more a few more obese Swedes waddling around.