So finally we might get rid of the stupid idea of daylight saving time in Europe. Face the facts, Sweden don’t need it, if anything we need winter daylight saving. And to move the the daylight to appear in the evening during winter one hour is a joke. We need to adjust the “normal” time with 4 – 5 hours. Try that as a project…
The picture found on internet, please tell me if not allowed to use it
Now, when I wake up in the morning it is actually dark more or less until I leave for the bus and I really meet the morning light when I reach work (picture).
Working through my photo library from my years in Paris I notice that the sunlight situation more or less the same in late August, so also the change of the colors of the trees but it looks like the amount of degrees in the early morning is lower 2018. People actually dress like early winter days back in Stockholm. And today the bus had the heat on… Awful, it was like stepping into a pre-heated sauna.
But with a fantastic summer behind us we are most likely to suffer a cold and long winter, that is Ior’ism (Eeyoreism) the only “religion” I can sign off on. Winnie the Poohs donkey friend and his “it can only get worse” insight really is the only thing you can be sure of.
If a good thing is “10” you know that what will come after is a bad “20”. All good things happening in your life will hit you back times two. Knowing this, as Ior (Eeyore), you will never be disappointed in life and soon you will see you are ready to follow a cartoon donkey and his views on life, the glass in always half empty, after rain it comes more rain even if it might be sun for a second or two…
It seems like the heat gone from being on to off and even listening to Agentha Fältskogs cover of “The heat is on” no longer helps. But its not that bad really. Outside its still not cold here in Paris. Looking at Photos on Facebook and Instagram from friends “enjoying” different evening activities in Sweden it seems to be winter, Canada Goose in August? Seriously?
And we still wait for the French rentrèe, the official end of the French summer.
But it did rain this morning, strange experience. I almost forgot that it rains in Paris if not a whole day at least once a day.
A fantastic day for a walk, lets experience Canal St Martin.
Imagen, two Swedes living in Paris and decides on a nice walk and take a look at Canal St Martin, have dinner and maybe sit down having a drink alongside the canal watching the sunset. Yes, it was the plan. But when you put two Swedish brains together, with no sense of direction whatsoever the nice walk changes into a, still nice walk but in the wrong direction. We found the canal and than decided on lets walk that way… Wrong answer, wrong way.
After around 13 km the decision to look at Google maps told us we were way off on our way to Bistros, food and a drink in the sunset. On the other hand we experienced the banlieue without any meaning to do so.
So, St Martin still on the Paris bucket list for me.
So, a four day weekend over, with friends in Paris for different reasons and different agendas.
Started with the Irish couple, a visit which included birthday, food and a bit 40+ party. Me, I was included, or forced myself into the food and party bit and if was nice to meet up again, I have not seen them since I visited Dublin years ago even if there’s been a social media contact more or less monthly since then.
Second visitor in Paris this weekend was more of a surprise. The plan from start was to have a late lunch or early dinner but life decide to go other ways sometimes.
Note that we now talk about a old classmate I more or less not meet since school around 1981/1982 even if I was reminded of a weekend with a 5 years reunion the class had. A happening I forgot about.
So, if you not seen a person in almost 40 years things change. No one is the same and when a hotel booking mistake outcome was to stay at my place for one night this arrangement might have ended up in a situation no one of us would have felt comfortable in. Maybe most me who actually much more private as a person than most of the human kind.
But all went well and it was actually a nice visit and included the fact that I also discovered some new bars and Restaurants in my area of Paris.
So, today, back at work for one day before a national holiday and some days off again. Needed and hopefully productive.
You know the feeling when you go to work in the morning and the city is kind of empty? This happened to me today and as always, not having a 100% overview of public holidays in France, was “shit, I am on my way to work and it’s a public holiday I’ve missed”.
But no, it seems like it’s a normal work day, at least the cleaning ladies was here in the morning.
A great hot summer is bound to be followed by a period of less great sunny weather and it feels like we getting closer to some rainy weeks (rainy weeks means really normal Paris weather). So if you plan to visit Paris from the upcoming weekend (no rain on the reports but clouds) remember to pack either an umbrella or a rain coat.
My recommendation to a tourist going to Paris (or Brussels) is to forget the umbrella and pack a rain coat small enough to carry around in a bag or back pack, or even better a rain poncho. Yes, it’s not so hot and sexy to walk around in a rain coat or poncho but Paris side walks are narrow and it’s a surprisingly windy city so umbrellas might cause you some unexpected encounters like when it breaks cause of the wind or the fact that you can’t move forward cause you meet people.
And as a tourist you like to have both hands free for “Kodak moments” (no one under 40 years old will get that one) or easy access to a bag, backpack or pockets and whatever you have there.
If you still think sexy is the main look to have during a rain shower or a complete rainy day dress in your see through rain poncho and go commando under it. You won’t get far but you made a statement.
In any case, remember, umbrellas are a nice thing but not always the best choice and you might soon discover, like me and the native population, that just surrender and get wet, the umbrellas can’t be used anyway in a crowd, but a rain coat can….
So, finally the French vacation month started and the city supposed to be empty… Or no, the Metro supposed to be empty the city is full of Japanese tourists.
But something has changed. Noticed last year both in town and at work many of the French work in August, not at all so empty and cozy as it was my first August in Paris. Just like it is in Sweden where July for years been the “no one works month” this is no longer the case. So Europe is changing.
Postcards on the loose
Remember me being in Hong Kong? Yes, in May. Now, when postcards from Uruguay (last week) starts to turn up among my friends it is a fact that none of the 12 cards posted in Hong Kong reached its destinations. If a few never reach the final address I can blame the post but none? So, it feels like the reception at the Hotel in Hong Kong took the cards and the money (you leave cards and cash to the concierge and they take care of the stamps and posting) and forgot about the cards. The money most likely not forgotten. So a tip, in Hong Kong, buy stamps in the Post office and post the cards in a real mail box. If not do not trust the Indigo Hotel with your money and cards. A pity cause over all the service staff was really nice and the service good.