My whole life has changed. I now go to sleep in the 14th arrondissement in Paris, take the Metro pass the Eiffeltower to the Swedish delegation at the OECD and spend most of my hours there. Here, I reside in a beautiful GRAND BUREAU with a French balcony that gives me height freight and so far read information about the new organization that I now am a part of. I got my badge to enter to the headquarters today. On the badge, it says "Mlle Hallberg, Stagiaire" - Miss Hallberg, trainee. However, I feel more like a princess, than a trainee.
Maybe that is because of the French food?
Over the weekend, wonderful food markets popped up everywhere and offered fresh seafood, organic vegetables and fantastic olives to enthused Frenchmen queing up for the delicassies. Good food has to take time! The respect for the French specialities is also interesting. In the messiest supermarket the cheeses are in alphabetical order! I have had the best Brie ever. Good wine is cheap (around €3) and everybody really carries a newly baked baguette under their arm on the way home to dinner. Also the exotic cuisine is thriving in Paris, so far I have been offered boiled Pigs' feet - Greek style, Senegalese stew, and Asian ginger wok for the Chinese new year.
Or do I feel like a princess because
of 
my new living situation?
A picture says more than a thousand words. I reside in a nice room on the second floor (prèmier étage) in La Fondation Hellénique, one of the 38 student houses at Cité Universitaire.
my new living situation?A picture says more than a thousand words. I reside in a nice room on the second floor (prèmier étage) in La Fondation Hellénique, one of the 38 student houses at Cité Universitaire.
Or because of the French politeness?
- "Bonjour, Madame"
- "Passez un bonne journée, Madame"
- "Excusez-moi, Madame"
- "Au revoir, Madame et à bientôt"
- "Bonjour, Madame"
- "Passez un bonne journée, Madame"
- "Excusez-moi, Madame"
- "Au revoir, Madame et à bientôt"
Do I have to say I never carried my suitcase anywhere in Paris? The French(men) couldn't stop themselves from helping me. For once, chivalry felt comfortable.
As you can read/see, I am very happy with my (soon to be) first week in the metropol, and the only thing I ask myself before I go to sleep, slightly intoxicated by a glass of Beaujolais, is "Why didn't I come sooner?"
As you can read/see, I am very happy with my (soon to be) first week in the metropol, and the only thing I ask myself before I go to sleep, slightly intoxicated by a glass of Beaujolais, is "Why didn't I come sooner?"
2 comments:
You are so cool. Reading this reminds me how much I miss your company.. and how happy I am to be your kompis!
Kul med bloggen och praktiken, Kajsa! Hoppas att allt fortsätter att vara bra.
Har inte Martin Gemzell, medlem i S-klubben på handels i Stockholm, varit på OECD i Paris?
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