{"id":1663,"date":"2018-03-16T10:36:05","date_gmt":"2018-03-16T10:36:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=1663"},"modified":"2018-03-16T22:50:44","modified_gmt":"2018-03-16T22:50:44","slug":"paris-go-go","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=1663","title":{"rendered":"Paris \u00e0 Go-Go"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_0128-e1521196003207.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-1659\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_0128-e1521196003207.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"359\" height=\"478\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_0128-e1521196003207.jpg 3024w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_0128-e1521196003207-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_0128-e1521196003207-768x1024.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 359px) 100vw, 359px\" \/><\/a>Oh, the charms of having grown children!<\/p>\n<p>The Nor\u2019Easter knew I couldn\u2019t miss my visit to Planet Rachel! It let me slip out under the wire and get that plane to Paris. After a spell of ersatz sleep (as much as the tattooed and beefy gents going off to St. Patrick\u2019s Day allowed me), I met my darling daughter. Now that she&#8217;s finished her undergrad work, she\u2019s in her town. That little crevette who was born premature in nationwide French strikes of \u201995 is now a beautifully fluent cosmopolite, flowy red hair following behind her.<\/p>\n<p>We\u2019re bopping around the city, dashing in and out of thunderstorms; sitting under heated terraces with the Parisians who don\u2019t let a gleam of sun pass unattended. We analyze the clouds, noting their individual identity. Baudelaire wrote about them, Paris designers must have coordinated the tint of the apartment buildings to resonate with the vibrating but flat light.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m relying on guidance of families and friends to put my finger on the pulse. A few things I\u2019ve gleaned: Paris has long reveled in its self-selected role as standard bearer of values and artistry. How far does that go these days? Not very far. \u00a0It now sees itself reflected in a mirror, or in images of others, then appropriates that image for itself. Paris is taking \u201cfood concepts\u201d (country\/decadence\/colonial) and making them fey, cute, designed.<\/p>\n<p>France used to hide its commercial tendencies so as not to put forward a capitalist or \u201cAnglo-Saxon\u201d face. It made entrepreneurial spirit take backseat to other values. That\u2019s changing. The latest \u201cgrand projet\u201d (the French love massive redefining projects) aims to make Paris a start-up capital. Station F, a large complex built downstream from Notre Dame, not only lends up to-the-minute hipster designed space to start-ups, it also makes available government officials, bankers and soon-to-be living space. In Pantin, at the end of the metro, Bogosian and others have built important galleries around a small runway that makes it easy for buyers to whisk in on their private jets.<br \/>\nWe still managed to land in cafes with only Turkish toilets. And find wonderful food and wine. \u00a0And the cheese &#8211; ah, the raison d\u2019\u00eatre. How many ways can they make fromage ch\u00e8vre? Let me count the ways.<a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_3121-2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-1660\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_3121-2.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"396\" height=\"297\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_3121-2.jpg 4032w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_3121-2-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_3121-2-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_3121-2-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 396px) 100vw, 396px\" \/><\/a><a href=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_9291-e1521196039169.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-1661\" src=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_9291-e1521196039169.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"465\" height=\"620\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_9291-e1521196039169.jpg 3024w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_9291-e1521196039169-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/03\/IMG_9291-e1521196039169-768x1024.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 465px) 100vw, 465px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Oh, the charms of having grown children! The Nor\u2019Easter knew I couldn\u2019t miss my visit to Planet Rachel! It let me slip out under the wire and get that plane to Paris. 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