tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105245460932184204.post4313959558464881545..comments2023-11-03T11:16:10.038+01:00Comments on The Late Bloomer: A Very French Moment of InattentionThe Late Bloomerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08337578942279132688noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105245460932184204.post-3267963670800607892007-11-06T22:02:00.000+00:002007-11-06T22:02:00.000+00:00Gentry's cool. :-)Gentry's cool. :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105245460932184204.post-349849275379225192007-10-11T13:05:00.000+00:002007-10-11T13:05:00.000+00:00Michelle, thanks for stopping by -- I'm far behind...Michelle, thanks for stopping by -- I'm far behind in my reading of everyone's blogs, and I hope you'll forgive me if I haven't commented on Scribbit in a while -- I haven't forgotten about you, I promise!<BR/><BR/>Riana, trust me, if I could get rid of the commuting part, I WOULD in a SECOND! My boy is fed up with living in la région parisienne, to be honest, and if we could figure out a pragmatic solution, we would move to la province in a heartbeat! We have to work on that.<BR/><BR/>Wendy, yes, it's good to know that I'm not alone in this domain, and I realize that yes, we are all human -- especially in the most stressful or exhausting of times!<BR/><BR/>Narelle! It's so sweet of you to stop by my blog and leave a comment. I hope you and your boyfriend are both doing well. I was really disappointed not to be able to make it to Louise's going-away party, but my invite arrived a bit late and I was outside of the city that day. I miss Louise already, even if we didn't get to see each other as often as I would have liked.<BR/><BR/>I hope you and I will get a chance to catch up soon as well! BISES!The Late Bloomerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08337578942279132688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105245460932184204.post-10991420854604101322007-10-08T21:24:00.000+00:002007-10-08T21:24:00.000+00:00oh Alice..had to laugh..Louise and I were just tal...oh Alice..had to laugh..Louise and I were just talking about this same topic 2 weeks ago! My gripe is no matter what age the french person is coming the other way (mostly women) they don't give you your share of the footpath...so I have decided to test it...even when I am with Jean Luc...and sure enough - BANG! and I just kept walking..but it upsets me more that it has to come to this..ohh I know..this is my new town..big city..big attitude..so live with it..hope to catch you soon..Narelle xAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105245460932184204.post-9899917710314123382007-10-08T10:39:00.000+00:002007-10-08T10:39:00.000+00:00I think it's great that you're 'becoming' French! ...I think it's great that you're 'becoming' French! When in Rome, etc ....<BR/><BR/>We all occasionally do those things we criticise other people of...nobody is perfect. The thing is, you're aware of it and most people aren't and don't realise how freaking anoying they are.y.Wendy.yhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10630727119097764058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105245460932184204.post-89380768401050154402007-10-07T18:28:00.000+00:002007-10-07T18:28:00.000+00:00oh lordie, I dont miss that Paris commute. I feel ...oh lordie, I dont miss that Paris commute. I feel for ya! Nachos though.... yummmm.Riana Lagardehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09109433903018201393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105245460932184204.post-38603224363945163832007-10-06T07:14:00.000+00:002007-10-06T07:14:00.000+00:00Becoming French? Even with an evening of nachos? ...Becoming French? Even with an evening of nachos? :)Scribbithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03178711182424809035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105245460932184204.post-27979530881914568952007-10-04T08:41:00.000+00:002007-10-04T08:41:00.000+00:00L'embrouillamini, would love to take you up on tha...L'embrouillamini, would love to take you up on that!! I can't remember the last time I went to Café de Flores... Sometime in the '90s probably! And a cup of hot chocolate from there would be ever so enticing... After the business of fashion week, we can try to set a date and time!<BR/><BR/>Delphine, no worries on the grammar/spelling -- I often comment and ramble on terribly, then forget to preview or doublecheck before confirming. Happens to all of us! And seriously, what WAS that gal doing out dancing after foot surgery?! Strange idea of recovery, huh?! ;-)The Late Bloomerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08337578942279132688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105245460932184204.post-51349836923726755702007-10-03T17:13:00.000+00:002007-10-03T17:13:00.000+00:00oopps....sorry my post is missing words...letters....oopps....sorry my post is missing words...letters...grammar etc...sorry...i guess i am a bit off today. :)<BR/>delphineAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105245460932184204.post-22166656060104229452007-10-03T17:11:00.000+00:002007-10-03T17:11:00.000+00:00Oh I feel your pain...a while back I was dancing i...Oh I feel your pain...a while back I was dancing in a club and I accidently stepped on a woman's foot...I was just about to say sorry...when she let out this enormous scream (someone would have thought I came at her with a axe, how much she screamed!!! hehe). En tout cas, it turns out that she was recovering from foot surgery...which of course made me feel bad...(although I wasn't too keen on her making me out to the devil's spawn!)...but this begs the question, if you are recovering from foot surgery, what are you doing in a crowded club dancng?<BR/>delphineAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105245460932184204.post-46143831562828783132007-10-03T08:30:00.000+00:002007-10-03T08:30:00.000+00:00I LOVE assimmilating to Parisian protocol! I've ev...I LOVE assimmilating to Parisian protocol! I've even starting swearing at crazy drivers in French! And of course, that shrug is starting to creep into my body language... <BR/><BR/>I've walked past La Perla a couple of times; there's always a great atmosphere in there.<BR/><BR/>If you'd like to meet up one day, just let me know. I think there is a tray of chocolat special flores with our names on it...<BR/>Cath xxtravel noteshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12620001093148594164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105245460932184204.post-65762910111020414572007-10-01T22:00:00.000+00:002007-10-01T22:00:00.000+00:00I think you'll do a good job because you're consci...I think you'll do a good job because you're conscientious enough to care about doing a good job. Are you freelancing in France? I'm new to your blog, so forgive me if it takes awhile to get up to speed.<BR/><BR/>I lived one block off Times Square in NYC for 13 years, have been in a suburb for the past few, and (although I'm in the city again this week) househunting in rural Massachusetts because I've just had it!<BR/><BR/>Today, hauling my suitcase through the streets, I realized how sick I am of the rudeness in NYC -- and the thing is, most of it is from tourists, not New Yorkers.<BR/><BR/>You're a guest in my home, gosh darn it, behave!<BR/><BR/>Best wishes to you.<BR/><BR/>Devon<BR/>Ink in My CoffeeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105245460932184204.post-31162046089735445882007-10-01T16:14:00.000+00:002007-10-01T16:14:00.000+00:00Yeah, you are becoming french when you "rale" righ...Yeah, you are becoming french when you "rale" right back at those kind of people.deedeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10278468497564430383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105245460932184204.post-64847723490772505602007-09-30T11:44:00.000+00:002007-09-30T11:44:00.000+00:00Oh, I can relate Megan -- even when you say Pardon...Oh, I can relate Megan -- even when you say Pardon they don't always hear it! And the thing is, when they aren't looking where they're going and run into you, usually they stare you down and look at you indignantly like it was your fault, even when it wasn't!<BR/><BR/>Katia -- yep, that's exactly how I am! Grumbling to myself about people's lack of attention when getting in and out of trains, and then finding myself guilty of inattention or distraction in moments like this. Ah, we're only human, right? We all have our moments of weakness... Oh, Andrea, you're absolutely going to kill me, but I can't remember the address now -- let me check on that and get back to you!<BR/><BR/>Ah -- just found it on my tiquet CB. It's La Perla Bar, 26 rue François Miron. Voilà ! I don't know how officially authentic the cuisine was, but the waitresses were definitely Spanish-speaking, and the guacomole was pretty yummy!The Late Bloomerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08337578942279132688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105245460932184204.post-87391629241132802722007-09-29T12:53:00.000+00:002007-09-29T12:53:00.000+00:00I'd love to know the address of the restaurant too...I'd love to know the address of the restaurant too. I've been craving good Mexican food for a while now.Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13803501566780186955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105245460932184204.post-83113320391136593372007-09-28T20:16:00.000+00:002007-09-28T20:16:00.000+00:00I find myself cricitising others under my breath l...I find myself cricitising others under my breath like a crazy lady about them not getting out of the way and stuff, then it's always just at those moments of fatigue that I end up doing exactly what I cricitise others for doing - stepping on people's heels, not getting out of the way fast enough... Big city rules, big city attitude, we just have to do our best, and sometimes we all just have off days :)<BR/>What's the address of the mexican in the marais?! I'm looking for a new mexican!Katiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12328595416012961528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6105245460932184204.post-26193167965798920402007-09-28T16:42:00.000+00:002007-09-28T16:42:00.000+00:00I got yelled at by an old lady last week. She was...I got yelled at by an old lady last week. She was rambling along, and I walked past her with my caddy full of groceries. She must have stubbed her toe, because I heard an ooph/ow sound. I said Excusez-moi. She either didn't hear it or it wasn't enough, because she started yelling "You don't even say pardon!?" I faced her and said "I said 'Excusez-moi'". Mais quand meme! And she huffed off... later following me around the store and glaring at me. I should have said "I said 'Excusez-moi' you fat old salope.."Meganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07991742540996769458noreply@blogger.com