Friday, April 22, 2011

Metro Oddities part III: 3 safety tips on Paris trains + bonus I'm an old hag story

photo credit flickr: Estro
Back in the states I was, for lack of a better word, badass. I took a kickboxing/karate class five times a week. I did push ups. I crunched my innards until they looked like an ice-cube tray. I was a buff little karate-chopping midget.

I was also twenty-three years old and got out of work by five at the latest. Now I'm a wrinkling, asthmatic wod of flabbery, who can't seem to stop working before 2am and hasn't felt running shoes on her feet in a coon's age. (Bonus points if you can tell me how long that is, because I've no idea. Sounds long though doesn't it?)

My life has become a series a of getting out of and sitting back down into chairs. When I move, a percussion concerto of cracking joints remind me that I'd probably throw my back out if I added sit-ups to my morning routine. I'm officially settling into frumpy-old-hag mode.

Honestly, I think my only current defense option is a manicure. By the by, I hate breaking a nail.

All of these defense deficiencies made the events a few months ago much more terrifying.

Standing at the platform of the RER I wondered how late and/or early the train would be. It was a typical night, I had worked a twelve-hour day and my brains had turned into soup. There were a few scattered women flipping mags or typing on phones. None of us much concerned with our surroundings.

Somehow, despite the sloshing lack of intellect, I noticed a suspicious character lurking in the doorway of the arriving train. He sported a hoodie in ninety-degree weather. Obvi up to no good. We crossed paths as I climbed into the car. I could almost hear the Dirty Harry pan flute and harmonica.

He eyed my purse like it was the holy grail. When he finally managed to pull his eyes off my bag I tried to give him my signature, "Touch this and I'll ... Well, we both know I'm not capable of doing anything about it, but I'll be madder than an expat waiting in line at the prefecture."

By some miracle, I seemed to have intimidated hoodie-thug. He averted his eyes and I felt I was in the clear for the moment.

Key words being: for the moment.

About ten seconds later the buzzer began warning us all, and he bolted through the corridor, grabbing the bag of the girl right in front of me. RIGHT IN FRONT. She made a sound like he'd just stepped on her tail, and his attempt failed, he fled the train.

The other women and I checked on the almost-victim, she was OK, no harm done, just a bit shaken. But it got me to thinking... could've been me. Why wasn't it?

Here are three tips to help you avoid this situation:

1) Check yoself, befo you wreck yoself.
We all get distracted in the metro. It's boring, it's loud, it's hot, and if you follow my husband's instructions "don't look at anyone or talk to anyone", you're not going to see these "bad guys". He's partially right. Don't talk to anyone. Don't stare anyone down, you whore, but don't be oblivious either.

2) Got passengers?
Don't get on an empty train late at night. It sounds obvious, but really, don't. People get hurt in empty trains at night, it's just a fact of living in a big city, so be smart and ride the train early when it's full of sweaty and/or smelly people. Your nose will hate you, but your ass will be secure.

3) Sit bitch.
Don't sit near the doors. It's an invitation to get your purse nabbed and freak you out so badly you yelp like a puppy. Sitting in the middle and around other people is the safest place to be on the train.

Ride safely people!

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Little Brown Pen Photography Winners!!!

Hi everyone!

So happy to announce that the winners of the random draw were Sion Dayson from Paris Imperfect and Kasia Dietz from Love in the City of Lights!

Congrats to you both, enjoy the photos!!

xx S

Monday, April 4, 2011

JNSQ Collaborative blog - Why Paris Bloggers Love Paris in the Springtime

Written for Girl's Guide to Paris, cross posting part of the article here :)

It's here people. SPRING IN PARIS IS HERE. God I have waited for this moment FOR-EV-ER! Rain rain rain rain rain rain... more rain... clouds... darkness at 4PM... clouds... rain... I've had it. I'm ready for some green, and some shorts, and some SUN!

And here it is, served up for us on a lovely little platter and I feel the life coming back into my veins. I'm coming out of some kind of winter-mode even as I type. Ready to hit the markets in the morning, go for walks in the parks, sit out on my little terrace and have some tea while enjoying a few rays of glorious (and rare) sunshine.

My god, is there *anything* better than going to Luxembourg Parc and curling up with a nice book for a few hours? How about a jog on the weekend in Bois de Bourgogne? (The waterfall is so lovely there in the a.m. light). Or a picnic at the Buttes-Chaumont?

Seriously, spring is just amazingly beautiful here. The world literally comes back to life, everything is suddenly green and growing and I feel like if I were a bird I would be chirping loud enough to make someone mad. (We've all had those "Shut-UP stupid BIRDDDD!!" moments, and I would be that bird.)

In honor of this glorious occasion, I sent a question out into the interwebs to see what my fellow tweeps and bloggers think about all this. I asked them what they loved about Paris in the spring, if it lives up to the hype and what they were planning on doing.

Thanks everyone for chiming in -- readers check out their blogs for more wonderful writing about Paris!

Special thank you to: Paris Karin for her beautiful photos!!

About 15 bloggers chimed in with their awesome suggestions, read the rest on Girls Guide to Paris :)
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