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| Scarves for Sale |
I am now in Israel. Wow, it feels weird to write that. Europe was completely different than Canada,
and Israel is different yet again. My
mum and I have been very busy the last week, visiting and meeting with family
and being tourists. Since I have been
processing and absorbing all the new sights and sounds, I have had no time to
write. I had big plans about how I was
going to write about Paris, about how I was going to talk about all the
friendly Parisians we met… But I won’t be able to. Instead, I am going to post a list of my
thoughts and observations about the city of lights. Hopefully, I will also have time soon to
start writing about Israel.
My Notes:
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Contrary to our expectation and the
stereotype, all the Parisians we met were friendly and happy to talk to us.
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| My Father's Birthday "Cake" |
- The Museum of Art and History of Judaism in Paris showed us that the
artistic flowering in the 30’s was created in part by many Jewish artists, like
Chagall and Lipchitz. The Nazis invasion
destroyed this vibrant culture.
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There are old Churches everywhere; many are
called Notre Dame, so when asking for directions, be specific.
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When the Prime Minister came to open a
Christmas market, the security guards were Polynesian and Tongan.
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| Shakespeare and Company Bookstore is worth seeing, it is as bookstores are meant to be: small, dusty, and full of crowded and crooked bookshelves. It is not owned by a Multinational company. |
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A religious procession holding candles sang
Ave Maria. It wound its way through the dark
street of Montmartre catching my eye and ears.
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Christmas markets
every where sold handmade crafts and traditional cheeses and meats.
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