Cheesy axiom aside, life has gotten in the way of time to roam the city. Between apartment hunting, moving, working, thesis writing (kind of), and doing odd part-time jobs, my camera has been gathering dust! But now the Christmas lights are up, ornaments shine on the vitrines, and Paris is sparkling. Since my work is ending this week, it’s time to hit the streets and celebrate!
rue au Beurre 31
No trip to Brussels is complete without trying some of the local brews!
Chaussée de Wavre 174, 1050 Brussels
Thank you, Brussels, for this interesting display of wisdom.
"Etre bisexuel, double vos rendez-vous le samedi soir."
(Be bisexual, double your number of Saturday night dates.)
"Music can save you, and if it doesn’t, you’re probably lost :)"
"Use your brain, the brain is located in your head :)"
Admiring the Grand Place in sunlight for the first time ever.
Last week, I went to a cordonnerie (cobbler’s shop) at Saint-Lazare to get a few copies of our office key made. Before I left the office, my boss gave me 10 euros. “Here,” he said, “This will be enough to get two keys made.” Now, maybe I’m a bit out of touch with how much it costs to get a key copied on the other side of the Atlantic, but that seemed like a great deal to me. And not only do cordonneries copy your keys, they do everything from fixing your shoes (as the translation suggests) to making personalized stamps. They will even make a little dog tag for your new French bulldog that you scoot around the city with.
After getting the keys made in a minute flat (who ever discounted French efficiency?), I was walking back down rue d’Amsterdam thinking that I’ll get my boots resoled there next week. And it hit me: this is what I’ve been missing. Little reminders that scream out, “Your stuff doesn’t need to be so bright and shiny and new all the time.” Or in the case of my generation, so perfectly made to look vintage even though you just threw down $300 on that leather knapsack yesterday.
Life can be simple. If it’s broken, fix it.
More from the Lichtenstein exhibit at Centre Pompidou.
They say imitation is the greatest form of flattery… I’m digging his confidence.