21 September, 2007

Ouch!

Paris was lovely. Why does everybody and everything look so much more exciting and exotic just because it is all French? The office is just off the Champs Elysee. From the outside it looks like a nineteenth century building, around a courtyard. From the inside, it looks like a French fifties office. It is LABYRINTHINE, full of very French inconveniences like locked firedoors which prevent you from reaching the office that you can see through the window of the firedoor, without going back down to the ground floor, wandering around for a bit, and then going up in another lift. They had two big wooden plaques up in the lift lobby, one for the dead of 1914-18 and the other for the dead of 1939-45, from the bank. Touching.

Did not meet any French hunks, like the one in the pic below. I travel all the way to Paris and no gateau de boeuf? What is the point?

Dentist again today. I complained that he didn't anaesthetise me enough the last time. As a result, this time, I couldn't speak for the rest of the afternoon, as the whole bottom right quadrant of my face was numb. It is wearing off now though. Ouch! ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch! I'm going to sleep and hoping that it will be better in the morning.

Have borrowed electronic keyboard from little sister and am trying to learn the alto part of the Cherubini. It has no tune at all!

9 Comments:

Blogger Tiny said...

Lucky you! You went to Paris for work!! I love the sounds of French.

3:03 am  
Blogger dgny said...

Yes, Tiny, we 'ate her. She gets to do all de fun stuff.

5:00 am  
Blogger Tiny said...

The downside of living in North America is you have to go far in order to go to another country. Even flying from the East coast to the West coast can cost a lot of money even though it's within the same country.

Those who live in Asia and Europe can go to another country and experience a different culture without travelling too far.

5:48 am  
Blogger Fumier said...

I think you should have a moment's silence for Marcel Marceau.

2:10 am  
Blogger 962 said...

gateau de bouef


I am pretending to not understand and will direct you to spellcheck

Ha the dentist retaliated

I would express caution when discussing a purported lack of proffessionalism on the part of a health worker.

2:51 am  
Blogger Troika said...

"Never get a mime talking. He won't stop"

5:54 am  
Blogger Fumier said...

I saw him on laugh-a-minute Deutsche Welle TV, speaking German. Apparently, he was born un Strabourg which makes him half-Kraut. No wonder he had to earn his living keeping his mouth shut.

9:57 am  
Blogger 962 said...

He was actually a considerable part Jewish, and His dad spent his last days in Auscwitz hence he changed his name to Marcel

Him and Eugene Ionesco with a little slice of Beckett him of "oh look here comes Godot" fame were my secondary school drama class icons.

I would say Im sad but you will just have to imagine tears and sad faces.

10:17 am  
Blogger ulaca said...

Comfort yourself with the fact that in every choir I've sung in the altos are always the best part. Okay, only a range of an octave to sing, and lots of tied notes, but still, the true musicians. (So they keep telling me.)

9:32 am  

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