this birthday, walking around the cobblestoned streets in early morning light, cafe au lait in a slightly dodgy cafe with good wicker chairs, meeting a friend of my travelling partner’s and going to the French shuk (the market–except here you ask the merchant politely for things and you discuss what you might need, instead of piling sacks full of stuff and throwing them at the merchant, who weighs them and demands your money quickly because he has other things to do. Frankly, I think I’m better-suited to the shuk…). Now we are cooking at the local’s house–small potatoes, omlettes with chives and fancy mushrooms, fresh tomatoes, fresh bread, chocolate souffle from the pastry shop. Later we will go to Centre Pompidou. Not sure after that.
Ooop, time to eat.
Happy Birthday!! 🙂
Happy Birthday! I got your link from Bitch magazine and also posted it in an article I posted to my site (SassyDevil.com).
happy, happy, happy, d.
Yom huledet, chaverah!
Here’s to another shloshim!
Happy birthday!
The Centre Pompidou is one of my favorite places ever–and the Place Pompidou is pretty rocking too. Something about old/new architecture hits the harmonics right.
If you want a shuk experience much closer to the jlem one, go to the marche at Belleville–it’s in an Algerian quarter. Warning, if you speak French you *will* be asked for your phone number…
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B’latted Hirpy Beethday, m’dear.
*hugs*
Happy Birthday Darlin’ – Welcome to Our 30s – Owlmother
Happy happy birthday to you, my dear! May it be filled with blessings, delights, challenges and breakthroughs of the highest order. And may all the monsters under your bed be furry and rainbow-colored.
Sanity did, indeed, descend upon me as well, almost the second I turned 30 (*after* you guys took the maniacal photo of me cutting the cake, that is) – which was most welcome six months later when I needed it badly. I hope you don’t end up needing to test it out quite so soon (though what the hell am I saying? you’re in Israel, for crying out loud 🙂 )
If you get a chance, climb to the top of Montmartre and light a candle at the Sacre-Coeur for me. That’s the first religious space I ever entered where I could really smell and taste God (and that was 17 years ago).
I love you and miss you!
-B.