This type of architecture is common in the area of France that I am located presently.
I need to leave and go somewhere. I was asked to come and visit a friend. But this was a bad idea. Now I have to live with my decision....aagh. OK. Anyone have a suggestion on how to live in France cheap? I am thinking of trying to go negotiate to live in an apartment in the South of France for one month. I could afford to pay 300 dollars. I am almost positive I could find a room for this. But outside of Paris.
I will go see the Eiffel Tower today to get that off my list.
If all else fails. I will go buy a ticket in Brussels, Belgium to fly anywhere. The tickets so far in France are out of the question for price. Better to fly from another country. But I have only asked 3 places so far.
I am just about finished reading a book on Albert Einstein that I started in Iraq. It is a country that
hates Jews. What I have learned of recent is that a Genius moved the USA to die. A rock singer
moved to France to die. That reading and talking about Jewish people in a good way in Iraq could
help me die. 800 pages of small type and lots of history and stories of Genius. I bet it would have
made the Germans pissed if the USA would have dropped a Jewish invented bomb concept on their
heads, and not the Japan. Note that I am a WASP. White Anglo Saxon Protestant and in support of
Genius in any form.
A funny. There is a lot of “Deeghagh’ or chicken in Iraq. They broil it in gas oven that you can view
in the sidewalks and choose your chicken. The French have what looks like the exact same chicken
rotisserie. What do you think?
ARE THERE A FEW PIECES MISSING? France
I am staying in a very modern apartment in France. It is very difficult to compare or learn about the
homes and apartments of the world. That requires a person live or enter a lot of homes. How does
one get an invitation into the normal common persons home? It would take years for me to research
the homes of France to see how they compare to the home of the USA.
I have been in very luxurious homes in Acapulco, Peru, and Switzerland. In the poor countries like
Mexico and Peru they probably live the best. They are surrounded by servants that take care of the
garden, the kitchen and very possible need. When I was Switzerland and I visited my friend I stayed
in a complete home. There did not seem to be anything missing. It was a little strange that there was
a extra heating unit in the bathroom, but for the most part it was in my idea complete.
So what do I mean complete? I was in … oops.
My friend as me what I was writing and proceeded to get angry that I would compare. Then starts to
list all the exceptions to any point I was making. This is always a problem. There is always the
exception. Even though I have said it would take years to learn about the homes and tried to be
honest and qualify my comments people take exception and get angry.
This is the trouble with observing humans. They are constantly angry and insecure about how they
live. Everyone in the whole world feels inadequate.
I feel bad sometimes about my grammar and spelling. But I do not stop or try to hide it. In fact I just
keep on writing and hope you leave or shut up, or learn to deal with the fact that I am not capable of
writing perfect. A person does not have to perfect at a job to want to do that job, and in normal
situations the most enjoyable endeavors are those where we learn constantly. I am sure many of you
now say, hmmm… When will Andy learn to write? When will you learn to accept people for who
But there are missing pieces in this apartment. The water overflow in the bathroom sink is missing.
There is not dryer to accompany the wash machine. There is only one sink in the kitchen and this is
common when there is a dishwasher. There is not drainer system for the dishes to air dry. It is
against the rules to hang your clothes on the balcony, so I am wondering how to dry my clothes.
There is no oven or microwave. The lights in the hall stop or do not turn on enough. I get on the
elevator and the lights goes off. I am in a dark elevator. I will stop on the building.
This sounds like complaining, but I am living in one of the best places I have lived in 7 years of
travel. Much much better then most Hotels, even if they are 5 star. A swimming pool does not
counteract the need for fitted sheets. This places does have fitted sheets. Which makes it very
modern to me. I would consider fitted sheets the requirement for a country to be the first world.
I will stop before someone sends me hate mail.
FIRST MILK DRANK IN OTHER COUNTRY
I do not drink milk in other countries. So far in my travels I would only drink or trust milk in France
and Switzerland. But mainly only when I buy it in stores. All the other countries I have visited the
idea of drinking milk scares me, but in France it does not. I did not drink milk in Switzerland, but I
believe I could have and would have.
Water is necessary, but milk is optional. A can of soda is much safer then a box of milk. Most
countries do not keep the milk cold until you drink it and may leave it on the shelf until it is sold,
and would refuse to discard any old milk. Just proceed to sell until it is all gone. None of this
expiration date stuff.
But France is very modern in the stores and this is good. I have only been to 50 of the 270 plus
countries so there is still a long time until I can make a real generalization that has veracity. Always
and always just opinions and observations.
I am told that I need to go look at France. I am suppose to get on the subway and see the attractions.
I said, “I am in France, everything I look at is French.”
I am lost to understand why people want me to look at only the special parts of a country. It is the
normal life that is the most beautiful.
I have heard that Benjamin Franklin wrote President Thomas Jefferson about the affectionate French women he met. ASs the story goes, Jefferson wrote back, "They do WHAT???" and then booked passage for himself to France.
Went to grocery store to buy some groceries for dinner. I agreed to cook dinner tonight. I am going to cook chicken. I will put it in lemon juice, olive oil, oregano, pepper, and salt. Let it sit around and think for a couple of hours. The put them on skewers. Try to cook them in the broiler. But there is no microwave or grill so have to make do. Bought some fancy type pasta. There are tons and tons of prepacaged or hehehe... processed types food. Ready to eat with all the spices included for sale in the grocery. I went to a store called the Monte Prix. I am not sure what that means. But another grocery store uses the word Prix. So there is something in common. Great way to learn a language. Read all the signs and put together the common ideas.
The prices were the same. Except the chicken was more expensive. Not much.
Thanks to this blogger for financial support of this hobo... me.
Plus he says some nice things about my blog in his blog.
I am still trying to learn about his, and reading so go ahead and take a look. Very unique and diversified.
Still walking around and observing the French. They are very nice to me, and I have yet to discover
the source of all the bad opinions expressed that they French are snobs. They so far are quite
friendly. Paris is a big city and of course this is an influence on the general friendliness of people.
But so far very good.
Walk down to the cemetery where they buried Jim Morrison of the Doors today. This place is a park
with dead people. The park is very beautiful and the trees in France remind me of Indiana. There
was a map of sorts of all the dead people at the entrance. I found Jim at number 30 and tried to go
look for him. Proceeded to take a walking tour of the cemetery. I gave up on the quest very easily
and decided I really did not care to see the grave of a rock singer. The group “The Doors” is one of
my favorites, but in reality he is just another singer that died young and got the assistance of
sympathy to help his dead career. He was an icon of rebellion in my opinion.
What is more curious then his grave is the “WHY?”
Why would an American rock singer come to France to live. I think he overdosed on drugs, and
died of heart failure. Buried in France and made a tourist attraction. There seems to be a bohemia,
lets get drunk and congregate in places around the world attitude for culture. I will say that the food
culture of France is extraordinary so far. Every corner has some form or variant on food or drink.
The architecture is great, and I think when I get to the older parts of the city it will only become
better. But the bookstores are in short supply. I will say though the advertisements they put up for
the plays, concerts have a Money, Pastel, and let draw with crayon wonder about them and are very
I found one special building. Made of limestone or coral type stratified rocks and the windows are
boarded shut. I will keep exploring it to see if I can crack the history around this building. This is
just a vacant building I notices. Most of the building are 6-7 stories and this one is 2 stories in a
world of tall buildings. Out of place and out of time.
Television would make an French person annoyed at the USA. If they spoke in English I would
think is was from the USA. Many shows or sitcoms from the USA. Raymond one of my parents
favorites. Music videos, game shows and soap opera.
I will try to learn the attractions for Jim Morrison to live in France. At first it could be intellectual,
but I am going to blame it on women.
Oh yea. I can drink the water from the tap. That is always a good sign.
I ventured out of the apartment complex this morning in search of money, bread, and a French
All of the building is approximately 6-8 stories in this area of Paris with a few having my
stereotypical view of France the Second Empire type Architecture that according to my
interpretation and understanding was result of avoidance of taxation. The way I understand around
the time of Napoleon they taxed the building according to the height so what resulted was the
eruption of a new architectural style with a flat roof and a very steep frontal facial roof with
windows protruding. I will show you a photo soon. The sun is no shining today and overcast.
My sense of French architecture always includes a small balcony on a front of an apartment with a
wrought iron rail. This so far is a world of small balconies on 7 story buildings.
I found the money at a bank machine. I found the bread and some form of fruit, vegetable, and
assortments of meats, and shop every 50 meters. So the food appears to be the least of my worries.
The money may still remain a problem. I walked for about 20-30 block of city and was not able to
find a bookstore. I found an office supply store and lots of coffee shops.
The grave to Jim Morrison of the music group “The Doors” is in the neighborhood. I am in the 20th
District or Arrondissment.
I have lots of experience with big cities and have learned how to explore on foot a city. I choose a
direction and walk straight, then return straight back. I do this until the building and landmarks
become familiar. I took a long walk and upon returning I had another problem. There is an
electronic security system on the building. That was OK. The special key at the lower entrance was
a breeze. The elevator was more or less OK. I thought I was on the 2nd floor, but soon found out the
1st floor. I recognized the configuration of the area off the elevator. So I left the elevator, the door
closed and darkness. There was no light whatsoever and I proceeded to search for a light switch and
avoid the doors hopefully. Thinking the neighbors from the looks of the building was a little or
maybe a lot on the paranoid level from the security associated with these apartments. I soon
discovered the time-activated switch that automatically turns off very few minutes. The set of key
though gave no number or indication of the apartment. There was no number or anyway to
guarantee I was going to put the key in the correct door except my very good sense of direction.
Well… 10 minutes later and multiple permutations and combinations I entered the apartment.
The level of security and a warning by a Turkey businessman to watch my neck money pouch here
in Paris has me checking my methodology of robbery avoidance. The people in this district appear
very honest. A small and very friendly old woman helped me as we talked with hand signals about
the vandalism of an ATM machine and the locations of others. So she was great. It is a big city and
big city society is normal worldwide. All of the French people have been very nice so far, and I
believe a lot of the complaints people have about the French would be centered around the tourist
areas. I am in a normal neighborhood, and not in an overburdened tourist area that tends to turn a
normal person into a maniac.
The Eiffel Tower is close enough to photo. I hope to learn why Jim Morrison born in Florida was
buried in France and I now believe the grave is a tourist attraction.