We'll Always Have Holiday in Paris....A Continuing Journal
Aug 6th, 2005, 04:53 AM
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It was 4 a.m. when I gave up, clicked on Fodor's after draining the dog, and was captured by you, Mon Oncle. Like you, I am "Class of '27" and know the 4 a.m. feeling of a wakeful mind and bladder. Give up! Rise! And don't be noisy about it.
Out here at the ranch, I have been wrestling with a problem: how to pursuade my wife to return to Paris. After five years, my Gallic battery needs recharging. And you have inspired me with your talk of Arts & Metiers. To me, this was terra incognita until reading your description.
Like Yeadonite, my wife is a product of Chadds Ford. Doggedly persistent, demonically energetic, organized like a German drill feldwebel, and needs pursuading. Thanks you, I now have the ammmo to assault her practicalities.
When asked my age, I say that Lindbergh flew the Atlantic the year I was born. This usually produces blank stares, stupifaction, and shrugs. But I learned long ago to never guess a person's weight or age...with any accuracy...unless I wanted to be lonely forever. So -- 1927 was a vintage year. Cabernet sauvignon, anyone? What is Cantal Jeune?
Out here at the ranch, I have been wrestling with a problem: how to pursuade my wife to return to Paris. After five years, my Gallic battery needs recharging. And you have inspired me with your talk of Arts & Metiers. To me, this was terra incognita until reading your description.
Like Yeadonite, my wife is a product of Chadds Ford. Doggedly persistent, demonically energetic, organized like a German drill feldwebel, and needs pursuading. Thanks you, I now have the ammmo to assault her practicalities.
When asked my age, I say that Lindbergh flew the Atlantic the year I was born. This usually produces blank stares, stupifaction, and shrugs. But I learned long ago to never guess a person's weight or age...with any accuracy...unless I wanted to be lonely forever. So -- 1927 was a vintage year. Cabernet sauvignon, anyone? What is Cantal Jeune?
Aug 7th, 2005, 06:33 PM
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Hiya Ricci:
I thought I had made it up but I goggled the phrase and It’s not clear if it existed before, and to my surprise one of the entries was mine. I suspect that in my subconscious I had read it and used it—thinking it was my own.
I cannot remember where I heard or, if indeed, I did hear of it. That might sound like a wiggling out of it, but it’s the truth.
The odd part, I can remember the thought process when I wrote it. I wanted to replace absence with absinthe since it was in France where absinthe, a potent drink, it seemed like a good word to replace absence. (Again the way I felt in France as a wet-behind-the ears soldier) I was going to use ‘make the heart grow fonda” that didn’t work, then fondue which also didn’t make sense, and then fonder became flounder as a fish and to flounder around in Paris as a 19 year old soldier amongst the more worldly women.
For me, it fit perfectly!
So, I wrote it, thinking it was mine and if isn’t I apologize. I respect the art of writing too much to plagiarize anybody else’s.
I hope that clears up the whole matter.
Cordially.
Art
I thought I had made it up but I goggled the phrase and It’s not clear if it existed before, and to my surprise one of the entries was mine. I suspect that in my subconscious I had read it and used it—thinking it was my own.
I cannot remember where I heard or, if indeed, I did hear of it. That might sound like a wiggling out of it, but it’s the truth.
The odd part, I can remember the thought process when I wrote it. I wanted to replace absence with absinthe since it was in France where absinthe, a potent drink, it seemed like a good word to replace absence. (Again the way I felt in France as a wet-behind-the ears soldier) I was going to use ‘make the heart grow fonda” that didn’t work, then fondue which also didn’t make sense, and then fonder became flounder as a fish and to flounder around in Paris as a 19 year old soldier amongst the more worldly women.
For me, it fit perfectly!
So, I wrote it, thinking it was mine and if isn’t I apologize. I respect the art of writing too much to plagiarize anybody else’s.
I hope that clears up the whole matter.
Cordially.
Art
Aug 7th, 2005, 07:13 PM
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Dear USNR;
We are about the same age. However, my birth figured into aviation history. My father had fathered seven beautiful girls but desperately wanted a boy child, a healthy boy child. (Shades of the Godfather). Lindbergh was in mid flight to Paris, when I was born on May 29th. My father was happy, and my family was exultant but the world was worried about Lindbergh. Would he, like the offspring of my father make it?
Happily Lindbergh landed in Paris exhausted but safe and he was greeted by a mob of happy Parisians who had drunk a bit too much absinthe, which made their hearts flicker (see rici, above).
The lone eagle was exhausted and could barely make it to a microphone, leaned into it and queried as he peered out at the huge mass shouting out his name. He motioned for quiet and they obeyed the long-limbed pilot in an instant.
Lindbergh, pull off his leather helmet, his hair cascaded over his sweating brow, he wiped it and whispered something but the feedback ruined it and then he shouted sans microphone
“Did Zigouras have a boy child?”
The crowd cried back “Oui, Oui” and jumped with vivre and joy, cut up some cantal jeune (a young cheese) and toasted it over candles and ate it with a crusty baguette and opened fresh Cabernet Sauvignon.
They celebrated, first, the fact that my father had me and secondly that Lindy made it safely to their country in time for some wine and cheese but mostly wine. That is why Cabernet Sauvignon 1927 is so rare and expensive.
Please I make you an offer—France-- and it is an offer you cannot refuse.
All in fun and travel
Art (I was in the army and never got above a corporal in rank.)
We are about the same age. However, my birth figured into aviation history. My father had fathered seven beautiful girls but desperately wanted a boy child, a healthy boy child. (Shades of the Godfather). Lindbergh was in mid flight to Paris, when I was born on May 29th. My father was happy, and my family was exultant but the world was worried about Lindbergh. Would he, like the offspring of my father make it?
Happily Lindbergh landed in Paris exhausted but safe and he was greeted by a mob of happy Parisians who had drunk a bit too much absinthe, which made their hearts flicker (see rici, above).
The lone eagle was exhausted and could barely make it to a microphone, leaned into it and queried as he peered out at the huge mass shouting out his name. He motioned for quiet and they obeyed the long-limbed pilot in an instant.
Lindbergh, pull off his leather helmet, his hair cascaded over his sweating brow, he wiped it and whispered something but the feedback ruined it and then he shouted sans microphone
“Did Zigouras have a boy child?”
The crowd cried back “Oui, Oui” and jumped with vivre and joy, cut up some cantal jeune (a young cheese) and toasted it over candles and ate it with a crusty baguette and opened fresh Cabernet Sauvignon.
They celebrated, first, the fact that my father had me and secondly that Lindy made it safely to their country in time for some wine and cheese but mostly wine. That is why Cabernet Sauvignon 1927 is so rare and expensive.
Please I make you an offer—France-- and it is an offer you cannot refuse.
All in fun and travel
Art (I was in the army and never got above a corporal in rank.)
Apr 20th, 2008, 04:55 AM
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Well, it's 10.45pm on Sunday night in Sydney and I should have gone to bed already so that I can get up in the morning feeling refreshed from a good night's sleep; too late though as once I started reading Famousuncleart's story of his trip to Paris I could not stop. Famousuncleart,thank you so much for such a lovely read. I'm sure that tonight I will dream happy dreams of Paris....... 
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May 3rd, 2008, 03:14 AM
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Hi Art, I will post a report, although I can't guarantee that it will be as fabulous as yours! We leave Sydney on May 15 and fly to Rome via Dubai. We then have 14 days in Italy, 5-6 in Provence and the Dordogne (not long enough) and then 10 days in Paris. I first visited Paris in June 2006 and I fell in love the minute we exited Saint-Sulpice metro. We were surrounded by the most divine architecture that was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.
Not many more sleeps now......
Not many more sleeps now......
May 14th, 2008, 09:11 PM
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Hi Art, thank you so much, we leave for the airport in about one hour, so this is my last check of Fodor's. Amazingly enough there is a forum on the best pizza in Italy!!
I'm glad you enjoyed your holiday and will post a report for us??
I'm glad you enjoyed your holiday and will post a report for us??
