Springtime in Paris

This week has been busy and I don't even really know why. It just flew by without much to note except that Spring has finally arrived and it came with a bang. We've had lovely weather pretty much all week with lots of sun and moderate temperatures. It's so funny seeing how everyone reacts to the arrival of the preferred season. I've seen people in various degrees of undress trying to soak on the sun on their lunch hour (yours truly included). But hey, who can blame them when the previous three months have been dark and rainy?

I went to an art exhibit at a new gallery near Madeleine. I was prepared to be floored, grossed out, mystified and informed but instead I ended up just being vaguely irritated that I spent so much money. (15 euros is an incredible amount when compared to the 10 euro entrance fee at the Louvre.) The exhibit was all about how the body functions and the displays were actual bodies that had been formaldehyded and pickled and manipulated to display all the different systems. Instead of learning anything new, I was just reminded of high school biology class and instead of being horrified that I was looking at actual dead people I was reminded of cheap plastic toys. So neither informative or disgustingly entertaining.

There was also a massive transport strike scheduled for Thursday. I lost a few appointments because of this strike but I saw little evidence of it on the metro. I was able to get to work with the greatest ease because many people took a holiday on said day because of the mistakenly perceived difficulties. I could have done a cartwheel in the metro.

And finally I found this great menu at a restaurant in the Marais. It took me a few seconds to realize that the pizza advertised is actually what we call the Hawaiian. Go figure. I am sure Obama would probably be pleased. He seems like the type of bloke who would like having a food named after him. Although I am quite sure Toulouse-Lautrec would probably prefer to has his name designated to an STD or drink, not a pizza.