tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405964504487663775.post4086938992985200619..comments2024-02-24T12:42:04.335+01:00Comments on French Windows: On the pavementGigihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07442510440531817842noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405964504487663775.post-48524663643925736722009-02-10T15:23:00.000+01:002009-02-10T15:23:00.000+01:00Loved this post. Thanking you and Anonymous for th...Loved this post. Thanking you and Anonymous for the information on bars, cafes, bistrots etcetera. <BR/><BR/>(Apologies...I have not worked out how to type accents within Google. I guess I will suss those out eventually.)Hadriana's Treasureshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03740533954842010870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405964504487663775.post-54533787687748030392008-10-18T17:47:00.000+01:002008-10-18T17:47:00.000+01:00From popular to elitist order, you have bar (only ...From popular to elitist order, you have bar (only alcohol), café, bistrot (with snack to eat), brasserie.<BR/>There are also places called "Bar-Tabac" (where they sell tobacco) and "Bar-PMU" (where you can bet on horse races).<BR/>The french nickname for a café is a "troquet".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405964504487663775.post-28729390906372027632008-09-24T12:27:00.000+01:002008-09-24T12:27:00.000+01:00Yep, a bar where they play billiards. That'll be t...Yep, a bar where they play billiards. That'll be the one.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405964504487663775.post-53279494565051366982008-09-24T12:12:00.000+01:002008-09-24T12:12:00.000+01:00oh dear - I've forgotten to comment on the comment...oh dear - I've forgotten to comment on the comments...<BR/><BR/>Michelle - well, my eldest daughter once turned up at the door in handcuffs with two police officers...it wasn't her fault - one of her more dodgy friends had phoned her on her mobile from the flat he'd just broken in to...a heartstopping moment for me :-(<BR/><BR/>jonas - I try not to sit in pavement cafés any more - I'm a big enough procrastinator as it is!<BR/><BR/>thank you angela. When will we be seeing more of your Life in the south of France blog??<BR/><BR/>diana - yes, but good mothers do things like make beds and wash floors and help with homework and bake cakes...don't they? Not plonk themselves in front of the computer trying to write poetry...<BR/><BR/>roads - I haven't seen a <I>café des sports</I> here yet but I'm sure they still exist. My daughter goes to a bar where they play billiards - perhaps it's one of those?Gigihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07442510440531817842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405964504487663775.post-31732485284524745102008-09-24T11:36:00.000+01:002008-09-24T11:36:00.000+01:00Ah, a closer look and I see that you've listed my ...Ah, a closer look and I see that you've listed my Parisian favourite already.<BR/><BR/>There's one more <EM>genre</EM> I can think of, but I'm not sure if they still exist. I'm thinking of those <EM>Café des Sports</EM> that you used to find, especially in the southwest of France? Full of listless and lovestruck teenagers playing electronic games and old rugby players drinking <EM>Kronenbourg</EM>.<BR/><BR/>I must say that in my youth I enjoyed more than a <EM>pression</EM> and pinball or two in places like those. I wonder if they've survived the era of home computer games and Sky Sports, though. We need to be told.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405964504487663775.post-9955481064884645652008-09-24T11:27:00.000+01:002008-09-24T11:27:00.000+01:00How I love pavement cafés, Gigi...My favourite in ...How I love pavement cafés, Gigi...<BR/><BR/>My favourite in Paris is the <A HREF="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caf%C3%A9_de_Flore" REL="nofollow"><B>Café de Flore</B></A> on <A HREF="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boulevard_Saint-Germain" REL="nofollow"><B>Boulevard St Germain</B></A>.<BR/><BR/>Out of town, just about anywhere will do. Especially those with the old fellas sipping their <EM>pastis</EM> under the shade of a lime tree or two.<BR/><BR/>France. How much that your adopted country has given us!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405964504487663775.post-48351237785465114952008-09-20T11:20:00.000+01:002008-09-20T11:20:00.000+01:00this is such a cool interesting blog! (i just stum...this is such a cool interesting blog! (i just stumbled on it) i have been to paris, but sadly not long enough to sit at one of its cafes and, as they say, watch the world go by; a pity since im a huge people-watcher myself. (so i compensate and do it at the theatre instead) <BR/><BR/>and oh, i dont believe you could be as failed a mother and as terrible a teacher as that! all you need is a little faith and confidence in yourself, and you'll do good =)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405964504487663775.post-4500444455504918092008-09-11T14:10:00.000+01:002008-09-11T14:10:00.000+01:00I'm definitely one of the people watchers, can't r...I'm definitely one of the people watchers, can't resist it though having bumped into a lamppost and apologised I wouldn't have laughed at you.angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08041407522731399499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405964504487663775.post-29086367679333081512008-09-11T03:53:00.000+01:002008-09-11T03:53:00.000+01:00I love, LOVE, LOVE the cafes of Paris. Oh, how I ...I love, LOVE, <B>LOVE</B> the cafes of Paris. Oh, how I wish we had something similar here in the US of A!<BR/><BR/>It is a rare treat to stretch out and watch the world go by as you sip on a glass of wine or beer...Jonashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04262851315471933295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405964504487663775.post-84404540287923749462008-09-06T04:04:00.000+01:002008-09-06T04:04:00.000+01:00I loved your profile I had to read the blog! And I...I loved your profile I had to read the blog! And I would like to add it to my reading list if that is okay. I just love finding blogs by grown ups who are real people. I'm a pretty crap mother too, but I try my best, and so far they've reached their late teens and early twenties without going to jail, so that's something I guess!Mhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15809862683335434575noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405964504487663775.post-37328114654840382122008-09-05T09:55:00.000+01:002008-09-05T09:55:00.000+01:00Hello, A-L! Yes - I live in the centre of town, ne...Hello, A-L! Yes - I live in the centre of town, near the Place de Metz (behind Place Verdun). <BR/><BR/>I'll be reading your blog from now on - love the photo of the car!<BR/><BR/>Sarah - yes, it's not exactly Strongbow, is it? I never touch the stuff.Gigihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07442510440531817842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405964504487663775.post-36167035406718726662008-09-05T08:31:00.000+01:002008-09-05T08:31:00.000+01:00Don't try the cider though, it's all sweet crap. O...Don't try the cider though, it's all sweet crap. Or it is in Montpellier. Ask for a dry one and they give you something which makes all your fillings jump in horror.<BR/><BR/>We have a British pub, The Shakespeare (funnily enough) here.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13195684182481935384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405964504487663775.post-3631864614689956002008-09-04T20:15:00.000+01:002008-09-04T20:15:00.000+01:00Hey ! I read your blog regularly, but I never wrot...Hey ! I read your blog regularly, but I never wrote a comment let.<BR/>But I recognize some pics of Grenoble. Are you living in this area ?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com