Yes, that's right, "Le Week End". Week End is a French term for, oddly enough:
It is pronounced "luh week end" and on a Friday evening in the office rather than saying "Bon Soir!" to a co-worker leaving for the weekend, one says "Bon Week End!"
To begin our "Week End", we decided to check out the neighborhood we'll be moving to in a couple of weeks. It's a 15-20 minute walk from work - about two Métro stops, but we were walking slowly so it could probably be done in less. We took the option of going under Arc de Triomphe rather than going around. The arch is in the middle of a huge, 6-lane circle interchange where several main streets come together and doesn't seem like the best traffic control device. I hear tourists like to drive it for fun, but it was jammed with traffic around 6pm.
The new neigborhood, just west of work and just south of the main drag: Champs Elysées. The people, buildings, and shops were more sophisticated and more expensive looking than where we are now. Our street (Rue Duret) was tight and lined with large 8-story condo style buildings with Christmas decorations suspended over the street. We'll get a photograph next week as I think we should return soon and scope out some restaurants. Many of the restaurants everywhere in Paris open pretty late, like 7ish, some, it seems, even later.
Last night was cold (1°C) as it has been most of the week and the sun pokes out rarely. Fortunately, I have been informed by a few sources that this is pretty much as cold as it gets and it is also a bit early for it to be this cold. Whew! I suppose if it's this cold and in the holiday season, I would prefer a little snow on the ground, which is even more rare. Better than -8° I say.
Dinner was very near our current apartment at a place called Côté Place, on the edge of Place des Vosges. It's a neat square, built in the XVIIIth century by Louis XIII, I believe. It's so close and cute that we wanted to try it but were a little worried. We have seen it full once, but serveral other times very empty. Last night it was also very empty, but everything was fantastic. We ordered a bottle of Côte de Rhone with our food: choriso & cream soup, two types of foie gras, a fatty smoked cod steak, and a fatty pork ham with cauliflower and cream on top which the waiter called "milky pig".
We continue to try to speak and understand French, but we had to break down and resort to English. Fortunately our waiter, after babbling en Français, was like "We speak English too!" The restaurant also had a desert case and we got up to look at amazing array of treats after our meal. More French was attempted and the lady just looked at me like I was a retard. Such is life. Back to English to complete the dessert order of several different types of chocolate, crunchy-colored-Grand Mariner "poofs" with liquid on the inside and chocolate covered cherries with kirsch brandy on the inside. Mmmm! Très bien!
Bon Week End!
-Dennis
the weekend
Function: noun
: the end of the week : the period between the close of one working or business or school week and the beginning of the next.
It is pronounced "luh week end" and on a Friday evening in the office rather than saying "Bon Soir!" to a co-worker leaving for the weekend, one says "Bon Week End!"
To begin our "Week End", we decided to check out the neighborhood we'll be moving to in a couple of weeks. It's a 15-20 minute walk from work - about two Métro stops, but we were walking slowly so it could probably be done in less. We took the option of going under Arc de Triomphe rather than going around. The arch is in the middle of a huge, 6-lane circle interchange where several main streets come together and doesn't seem like the best traffic control device. I hear tourists like to drive it for fun, but it was jammed with traffic around 6pm.
The new neigborhood, just west of work and just south of the main drag: Champs Elysées. The people, buildings, and shops were more sophisticated and more expensive looking than where we are now. Our street (Rue Duret) was tight and lined with large 8-story condo style buildings with Christmas decorations suspended over the street. We'll get a photograph next week as I think we should return soon and scope out some restaurants. Many of the restaurants everywhere in Paris open pretty late, like 7ish, some, it seems, even later.
Last night was cold (1°C) as it has been most of the week and the sun pokes out rarely. Fortunately, I have been informed by a few sources that this is pretty much as cold as it gets and it is also a bit early for it to be this cold. Whew! I suppose if it's this cold and in the holiday season, I would prefer a little snow on the ground, which is even more rare. Better than -8° I say.
Dinner was very near our current apartment at a place called Côté Place, on the edge of Place des Vosges. It's a neat square, built in the XVIIIth century by Louis XIII, I believe. It's so close and cute that we wanted to try it but were a little worried. We have seen it full once, but serveral other times very empty. Last night it was also very empty, but everything was fantastic. We ordered a bottle of Côte de Rhone with our food: choriso & cream soup, two types of foie gras, a fatty smoked cod steak, and a fatty pork ham with cauliflower and cream on top which the waiter called "milky pig".
We continue to try to speak and understand French, but we had to break down and resort to English. Fortunately our waiter, after babbling en Français, was like "We speak English too!" The restaurant also had a desert case and we got up to look at amazing array of treats after our meal. More French was attempted and the lady just looked at me like I was a retard. Such is life. Back to English to complete the dessert order of several different types of chocolate, crunchy-colored-Grand Mariner "poofs" with liquid on the inside and chocolate covered cherries with kirsch brandy on the inside. Mmmm! Très bien!
Bon Week End!
-Dennis
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