The emigrant's destiny: The foreign country has not become home, but home has become foreign.
--Alfred Polger (d. 1955), Der Emigrant und die Heimat
Emigranten-Schicksal: Die Fremde ist nicht Heimat geworden. Aber die Heimat Fremde.
Between 2007 and 2009, I lived in Los Angeles after living in Paris for many years. My Paris blog (before and after my Los Angeles sojourn) is Rue Rude.
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I have seen only two women in veils since I arrived in southern California a month ago.
No one is fat.
African-Americans are not Africans.
No one smokes.
No soldiers with machine guns everywhere.
No CRS [riot police, constantly on hand in Paris because of the near-daily demonstrations]
No little girls in dresses
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In Paris, the purest virtue is the object of the filthiest slander.
–Honoré Balzac (1799-1850), in Scènes de la vie privée
À Paris, la vertu la plus pure est l'objet des plus sales calomnies.
Annual Geminids meteor shower (shooting stars!) coming this weekend, if it's not too cloudy out at night.
Correction: No one smokes INDOORS.
Posted by: Sabrina | 06 March 2007 at 07:17
Ah, smoke-free restaurants - I remember that from another life!
Posted by: Colourmecrazy | 06 March 2007 at 11:35
No little girls wearing dresses? How sad! :-(
Posted by: Lady Iphigenia | 10 March 2007 at 01:12
They're mostly in sweatpants, as far as I can see. Expensive ones, though.
Posted by: Sedulia | 10 March 2007 at 02:45
Please keep writing and giving us your apres-Paris perspective. It's wonderful. Many of us will be there some day.
Thanks, Sedulia!
Posted by: Polly | 18 March 2007 at 01:44