Thursday, August 27, 2009

Use them or Lose them

Apparently , if you don't use your Airmiles, you'll lose them.
So we're flying to Paris on Sunday ...... for nowt !

I was there about 6 years ago. Do you recognise the building?

I shall be leaving my binoculars and Bill Oddie outfits in Manchester and aspiring to look like a shabby chic Parisienne.

Here are some suggestions I found:

That jacket is nice - but I shall not be wearing the shoes (too high) or the dress (too red and white).

Am I grown up enough for this?

Hope I don't need that umbrella.

I intend to be insouciant rather than inebriate.

I shall be petite rather than shortarsed.
And - instead of pies - I shall be eating tartes or tortes or tartelettes.

So wish me Bon Voyage - I'll be back by Thursday.




Blogger Dave said...

Bon voyage.

By the time you get back, I shall be gone.

You'll have to wait until you get back to find out what that enigmantic message means.

7:14 am  
Blogger Vicus Scurra said...

Bon voyage. I am so sorry that you have to go there. Worst food in the world.

7:40 am  
Blogger Steve said...

Au revoir. A particularly lascivious friend of mine reported that the tarts of Paris were especially magnificent.

Sorry. It's early in the morning.

7:43 am  
Blogger Mr London Street said...

If you want any restaurant recommendations let me know, I love Paris and go there every year.

8:49 am  
Anonymous NiC said...

Paris is cool (I just checked the weather forecast) so I'm sure the raincoat chic outfit will do just fine for you.....but I'm sure you'll have a great time which ever outfit you choose (apart from the "I ♥ Paris one"). The last time we were there the must have accessory appeared to be a small yappy-type dog. You can then demand it a seat at any restaurant/cafe/bar/tarterie.

Also, you appear to have a picture of the top of MY head in that photo of Notre Dame (though I don't remember anyone firing arrows at me).

9:12 am  
Blogger KAZ said...

Well I can't possibly go now - Can I?

France is terrible for a non meat eater.
I eat fish, lettuce and chèvre chaud.

A prurient interest in tarts is understandable - they are obviously much sexier than pies.

Mr London Street:
See above - I don't eat meat so they don't like me in France.
Any suggestions welcome.

Those 'small yappy-type dogs' are everywhere. They take them on the planes as well.
So - who had that hairstyle first? I'm a bit blonder now - thanks to L'Oreal.

10:25 am  
Blogger Flaming Nora said...

Have a fab time. The French women are totally gorgeous so it doesn't matter what you wear, we English women give off a whiff of "eau de shell suit" no matter how smart we think we are dressed there...

11:00 am  
Blogger Emerson Marks said...

Paris, eh? I've only ever passed through en-route to the train that takes me to the South. PS You can't beat a bit of the Moz.

11:16 am  
Blogger Mr London Street said...

I absolutely love Le Petit Marche - 9 rue de Bearn, very close to Place des Vosges. But then I love the Marais in general. Not sure what they're like for vegetarians but they, like everywhere else in Paris, will probably have just the one vegetarian option frequently involving cheese. If you need any other recommendations about where to go/what to do just holler.

11:22 am  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Bon Voyage. And thanks for mentioning the Tate's Colour Chart exhibition. Because of your mention, I entered their competition, and was informed by them that my image 'Khaki' was accepted for a poster they are creating for Colour Chart. [There were 4306 entries, and only 36 slots available. Thanks to you, an image of mine will now fill one of those much-coveted slots.]

11:23 am  
Blogger Roses said...

There you go again. Ruining the planet as you go trolleying about.

Do not send me that famous "Paris by night" postcard.


It's true. I'm so jealous I could chew my desk.

As a fellow, non-meat eater, we could have whinged together in harmony. Oh no, instead you take Kev.


(have fun)

11:29 am  
Blogger MJ said...

I request a photo of you in front of a tarterie.

12:16 pm  
Blogger Rog said...

If you see the albino monk, give him my regards.

Kev could turn into Peter Sellers.

12:54 pm  
Blogger I, Like The View said...

ah! Paris

*happy happy sigh*

a bientot, KAZ, enjoy!

12:54 pm  
Blogger I, Like The View said...

(check out one of my faves shops while you're there!)

12:56 pm  
Blogger xl said...

Second pix: Notre Kaz!

PS: Speak French there, the locals love it!

1:16 pm  
Blogger Geoff said...

My favourite church is La Sainte-Chapelle. A riot of colour, darling.

Isn't Jim Morrissey buried in Paris?

Have a great time!

1:29 pm  
Blogger Clippy Mat said...

ooh la la
bon voyage and enjoy paree.
nice video btw. loved it.

1:35 pm  
Blogger savannah said...

damn, sugar! the absolute best wine shop in the world is owned by a expat california friend of ours! xoxox

(Le Dernier Goutte for wines of the French Southwest—6 rue Bourbon-le-Chateau)

2:34 pm  
Blogger Mr London Street said...

Savannah - I've been to that shop! Twice! I really liked it.

(I'm also a sucker for Etablissements Vinicoles de France - 82 rue Vaneau in the 7th).

2:41 pm  
Blogger Wend's Place said...

Bon Voyage and au revoir!

Last time I went to Paris I wore my big wide flairs retro style cord jeans and there being a lot of small pooches around and lots of excrement on the pavement I had great difficulty walking anywhere without wiping it up lol Not a pleasant place now I know why the french women wear drain pipes.

3:26 pm  
Blogger KAZ said...

'"eau de shell suit" ?
Excuse me - but Vanessa Paradis phones me every evening for fashion advice.
Johnny is so demanding.

I love that track.
Even a chunky middle aged Moz can still cut the mustard.

Mr London Street:
Thanks - I shall definitely give that a try as I know the area quite well.

Planet City:
What excellent news.
I read all about the competition and took a few snaps which I rejected.
I shall look out for that poster.

I think the planet is big enough and old enough to cope with my trips.
Of course - you know I would have taken you with me but it was Kev who collected the Airmiles on his credit card.
So stop whingeing :)

OK - no problem.
I must choose a suitably tarty outfit.

4:12 pm  
Blogger KAZ said...

I've still not read the book or seen the film. But I'd know him anywhere.
Kev would love to turn into Peter Sellers (he's a fan).
But he's more like Spike Milligan (i.e. completely unbalanced).

Merci beaucoup.

Do you think I should treat myself?

I speak reasonable French in an apalling accent.
But I'll try my best.

Jim is in Pere Lachaise.
I was once photographed next to his grave in my stripey leggings - now they were a riot of colour.
And that was the previous time they were in fashion .... darling


Clippy Mat:
I can't get that tune out of my head.

Wow - I've always dreamed of a friend who owned a wine shop.

Mr. LS:
Small world innit?

Hi Wend:
Ha Ha - and another reason for the non flares is those French 'walk in and squat' toilets.

4:17 pm  
Blogger Kerrie said...

I say don't lose em, use em.
For outfits I recommend hanging some onions around your neck,I believe you will blend right in.

4:44 pm  
Blogger I, Like The View said...

well, I'm not sure if you're into dance wear per se, the only person I've ever seen in a real tutu being Carrie Bradshaw (and even she didn't look that good in it), but they do a fantastic line in top quality everyday "ballet" pumps (great for someone of my height, lovely as house slippers for anyone. . .)

however, I'm sure if you're in that arrondissement it would be a treat to gaze into the shop window!

5:10 pm  
Blogger garfer said...

The only solution to vile Parisians is booze, and lots of it.

I suggest Pernod, absinthe being banned,

5:13 pm  
Blogger Donn said...

Comportez-vous juste comme vous possèdent l'endroit...
l'amour de Français cela
Act like you own the joint the Franchmens lurve that sh*t

Dites-leur que vous n'avez pas oublié environ 1066..
bloody Normands!
Remindez-vous them that you have a hole in your heart whenever you hear the word Hastings.

J'espère que vous parlez meilleur français que moi fais
Mein Gott in Himmel my Franch sucks!

Have Fun and for heaven's sake don't mention anything about the Outside World and you'll do fine :)

9:24 pm  
Blogger KAZ said...

I though you were my pal.
But I can't help but wonder whether this advice re onions is really in my best interests.

That's the thing about Paris (unless it's changed in the last few years) - you can still be stunned by gazing in the shop windows. In UK we just have the same old same in every high street and precinct.

The trouble with Pernod is the requirement to drink so much water with it.
I shall merely increase my intake du vin and hope that my drunken swagger passes for Parisian panache.

I think owning the joint is legal in Amsterdam - maybe next time.
Thanks for the reminder - I shall not mention 1066 or mad cow disease.

9:29 pm  
Anonymous NiC said...

I think I started my bleached spike-top in '79 as soon as I left school so I suppose it's about thirty years old! How about yours?

It's somewhat less blonde these days as I've given up on the bleach...even though it nicely camouflaged the increasing grey. Probably shorter spikes these days than in that photo of me too!

Vive la difference!

11:27 am  
Blogger KAZ said...

Mine is a babe my comparison - it's only about 7 years old.
The grey bits in the dark hair were getting too hard to control and I am not of a fan of the badger look.
The colour is from a bottle - the spikey bit just does itself.

6:35 pm  
Blogger xl said...

I don't care what color my hair turns ... as long as it stays in place!

6:44 pm  
Blogger Madame DeFarge said...

Have a fab time. You will grace their presence with aplomb. I have never been and would probably only eat in McDonalds. I am a cultural charlatan.

10:17 pm  
Blogger KAZ said...

Oh yes - it's all relative isn't it?
(makes note to stop agonising about grey hairs)

We'll both be fine as long as they have a branch of Netto in Paris.

10:34 pm  
Blogger Kerrie said...

I am your Bloggy friend, I am sure you could pull off the Onion look.

10:31 am  
Blogger zIggI said...

I come rushing, RUshing back to find you gone! Hope you're have a lovely time being chic and drink beaucoup champagne but don't mange any horse or frogs or snails because that's just plain cruel.

7:16 pm  
Blogger KAZ said...

Well I am a fan of the stripey tee shirt and beret.
Not too sure about the moustache though.

(Have you been away?)
I've not gone yet.
I'm vegetarian - but I do eat fish when the alternative is starvation.

9:12 pm  
Blogger zIggI said...

yes - didn't you miss me??


do snails count as meat? and frogs are close (ish) to fish - quelle différence bar the legs, lungs and little smiley face? Still I'm very impressed you are veggie, I aspire to such heroism.

3:35 pm  
Blogger KAZ said...

Of course I did dearest.
I can't stand frogs and snails alive OR dead.
I prefer them dead - but not if I have to eat them.
Just give me a nice pizza.
Tomato, olives and mozzarella - oops wrong country!

8:00 pm  
Blogger tony said...

Knock 'Em Dead Jeune Dame !

2:02 pm  
Blogger Roses said...

Aren't you home yet?!

Put down that vin rouge and come home....I miss you.


8:03 pm  
Blogger Karen @ If I Could Escape . . . said...

Hope you are having a fab time in Paris! Glad to have found your blog -- it gave me a good laugh! From one Kaz to another!

4:42 pm  
Blogger Istvanski said...

The red, white and black ensemble should suffice. Don't worry too much about fashion, food and drink in Paris. Just go for it, guzzle as much fine wine as you can although it may lead to you being labelled a drunken tarte. Not exactly savoury, but that's the British abroad for you.

7:21 pm  
Blogger Roses said...

So which Thursday will you be coming back? That's a heck of a long weekend.

2:33 pm  
Blogger KAZ said...

I did!
Watch this space.

I wasn't then but I am now.

Hi Karen/Kaz:
I did.
So glad you laughed.

'a drunken tarte' - MOI???
Oh OK then - why not?

I'm back and I'm depressed :O(

3:30 pm  
Blogger Roses said...

Hey honey.

Is it so horrible being home?

Come on, lets share a bottle of wine...ok, lets share the olives, I'll drink a bottle of red, you crack open the white.

Did you see MJ's FF? She got that sucker pegged!

4:34 pm  

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