Last weekend I was invited by the Korean girls from my class to go to this Korean harvest festival (Chuseok) arrangement at Jardin de Seoul. It’s a small park, located inside another park called Jardin d’Acclimatation, with replicas of traditional sculptures and architecture from Korea.
The entrance ticket to Le Jardin d’Acclimatation was kind of expensive… 26 euros! I snuck in for free though because the Korean arrangement staff thought I was a Korean student and she was talking to us and stuff and occacsionally looked at me and smiled. And I thought, why is she asking me questions in Korean? My Korean friends made me go through the gates with them first and dragged me to another place far from the girl who gave us tickets before they told me that I got it for free because they pretended that I was a Korean student like them. HAHAHA!
They did sell a lot of Korean food but I didn’t get any because I was low in cash and couldn’t find an ATM in there, would have loved to try some of the dishes though! 😦
Here it is, finally!
The post Lina has been waiting for.
The post I have neglected for so long.
This is it, my first trip to Aki Boulanger! (which I made a few weeks ago, haha!)
Aki Boulanger, located on the corner of rue Sainte-Anne and rue Thérèse, is a small Japanese bakery I’ve fallen in love with.
My first thought, entering this bakery, was that it was crowded with French and Asians seated by the coffee tables outside and the tall seats inside. That first thought did not stay for long as I looked to my left and saw all the dessert displayed there. After an excruciating long time with indecisive thoughts and a little bit of a funny “conversation” with the clerk, I finally opted for a Mille-Feuille Aki. This of course accompanied with a Melonpan filled with crème de thé.
In case you wondered what my “conversation” with the clerk was all about…
She came up to me while I was busy eyeing those cakes and asked me something in Japanese. Being the stupid little girl that I am, I tried to speak to her in French. The only awkward thing about that was the fact that I couldn’t remember what “to look” was in French so the only thing coming out of my mouth at that time was “Je… …uh…”. I then decided to say it in English “I haven’t decided yet, I’m still looking” which she replied with something in French (I think she asked me what I wanted to buy, though my memory is a little bit fuzzy…). This is where I started doing this stupid hand signs where I pointed two fingers to my eyes and then pointed at the cakes, to sign the universally “looking” sign. This did not go well as the girl behind the counter started to move to get the cake I pointed at while asking me “stay here or to go” in French. “No, wait! I’m still looking” at which point, I think, she finally understood and left me alone for a while so she could attend another customer. Much to my dismay, I had already attracted some of the French customers’ attention and they were staring at me like some foreign monkey. AWKWARD.
The clerk was, of course, nice enough to not attend to me anymore and sent someone, who actually knew a little bit English, my way and I went happily out of there with my takeaway box and Melonpan in hand.
Although, I didn’t have time to devour them all right away and had to eat them the next morning and evening, they still tasted as good as ever. Which made me wonder how much better they must have tasted if I ate them the same day I bought them.
They should have more of these in other flavors like Yuzu but I still haven’t managed to track it down yet…
I like this place so much I might come back for more one of these days, this time “sur place” just so I can enjoy their cakes while sipping a macha au lait! Surely one of my staples before I muster courage to go to Sadaharu Aoki alone (I don’t want to scare my friends with my excessive shopping skills when it comes to good looking sweets). This one is, I think, less expensive and “closer” to me as Sadaharu Aoki (the main store) is located near Jardin du Luxembourg, which requires a lot of metro lines transfer. –> Too lazy for that 😛
If you ever wander into this neighborhood, do try to make a trip there! They’ve got breads and bentos as well so you might disguise that bento as an excuse to eat a lot of their dessert while you’re there! HAHA!
16, rue Sainte-Anne
Metro: Pyramides (Sortie 1: Ave. de l’Opera)
Opening hours: 7h30 – 20h30 (except Sundays)
A lot has happened since my last blog.
I got diagnosed with an autoimmune disease (worst case scenario delivered by my GP, I think he might have overreacted but who am I to know these things?)
I flew across the pond to meet people I haven’t seen in 19 years. People of my past.
I tried to be more open and outgoing, to be more of a yes-man as opposed to the me in the past who used to refuse to do anything and wondered what-if.
I came back to Norway and to my co-worker’s delight: “You have changed, I don’t know what but something has changed. Your face is brighter. No not the color, you idiot! I meant that you look happier and more open…”
I moved to Paris, France to become a poor ERASMUS student. Along the way I made new friends in the most random places you can imagine and at times when I least expected it. People of my present.
This is where I am and will be spending the rest of 2012 at. Let’s all hope it will be a time worth remembering and as for what’s ahead? Are the people of my past and my present willing to stay in my life and become people of my future? Will they be able to put up with my difficult and annoying personality? Only time will know. As for now I am proud of the small improvements I’ve made this summer and hope I can keep it up and never step back.
Macarons, because these colorful cuties reminds me of my changing moods and antics. And because nothing screams Paris more than their reputation for macarons in the later years. (Yes, macarons are indeed, in contrary to popular belief, a new emerging trend in France in the last decades)
PS. Please don’t laugh or get a heart attack when I tell you this: I still haven’t bought one yet.
I’ve been running around town trying to take my blood test at two different locations today and the outcome is as follows
Pretty much how I feel mentally right now
How awesome am I when a “drug addict” almost fall in love with me?
EH! That was a huge lie but this one is true:
How awesome am I when a “drug addict” gave me a hug out of appreciation? Pretty awesome, I tell you! And in front of my boss of course!
Well, this is the story; he ordered a soft serve and when he was trying to pay he couldn’t find his money. So he kept trying to rummage through all of his pockets, in the 3 different jackets he wore, as well as his backpack.
He went on like this for approx. 5 minutes while talking to me with quiet slurring words, not that of a drunk person but still slurring, and he said something about a restaurant. I don’t know, my hearing has been kind of lousy lately…Anyways, he took his backpack with him to the side a few metre away and said something about needing to find his money.
One of my boss was presence while all of this happened, because I was going to close for the day and he needed to take the money from the registers with him. And when that man went to the side to rummage through his backpack, my boss just kept staring at him with a thoughtful look and said if he can’t find it just give it (the ice cream) to him and I agreed.
So I was doing my stuff, turning off machines and preparing to close all the while taking a look at the man. And usually my boss will just take the money and go to count them but he didn’t, he just lingered and looked at the man still looking through his backpack.
It just came to a point when I was standing outside about to slide the windows in place to close it up, and my boss was like: Why don’t you go and give it to him now, Bao. And you know, I went to the man still crooking over his backpack and said “Excuse me… excuse me” and when he turned to me with a sad look I said: “You can just take it, I’m closing up now anyways…” You should have seen his face brightened up right there and then. “Thank you”, he said and proceeded to give me a hug. I didn’t anticipate that at all and it was kind of awkward for me, seeing as I was born and awkward hugger. But he was so happy, and I couldn’t take that from him.
After conversing a little with him about his missing credit card, I turned and went back to the “booth” I work at. The scary part was seeing my boss holding an eye on us through the window. I proceeded to trying to close the sliding window with my obviously bad skills and well, it didn’t want to close up properly so my boss came out to help me. He went back inside while I was still trying to make the two windows meet each other. In my own little world I looked up and saw my boss walk through the doors inside the booth while staring at something behind me and then he looked at me and stared at something behind me again.
Being me, I was completely dumbfounded when I couldn’t figure out what he was staring at after having turned around to take a look. It wasn’t before I completely snapped out of my little world that I heard fragments of what the man from earlier was trying to say really loudly while walking by. Something about “nice girl” while he pointed at me with a happy face.
Later when I had already succeeded in closing those windows, with my boss’ help, and inside the booth my boss asked: “Was he happy?”, “Yeah…” I replied and he said something along the lines of “You probably made his day”
I don’t know though… Did I? Wasn’t it partly my boss’ “effort” as well? I don’t know and I guess it doesn’t really matter ’cause at the end of the day you’ll still be able to think that you made someone’s day whether they knew it or not.
I had the worst kind of nightmare last night… What did I dream of that deserved the title of worst nightmare you say?
I dreamt that there was a lady who just suddenly came into my house and started eating all of my instant noodle supply. And not the cheap ones, but the more expensive and good tasting one. I think it’s a sign from above trying to say that I should eat less instant noodles whenever I’m hungry.
I’ve been doing that lately, eating instant noodle whenever, and I never get satisfied! I keep craving it for some reason? Oh well, here I go to make me some delicious ramen! As for the sign, let’s forget it for now.
One hour ’til Single Awareness Day is here! Have a happy
moping day single people!