Covid cocktail

I craved a cocktail, a real one, made with rum and citrus fruits and I don’t know what else. Of course, I’d prefer that a friendly bartender make me one, but these days, what with social distancing, lockdowns and such, this year and last year is all about DIY (Do It Yourself).

So I went to my local grocery store and randomly selected pretty-colored bottles off the shelves: dark rum infused with ginger root from Martinique, a bottle of sugar cane water, lychees and citrus fruits: limes, oranges and lemons.

Squeeze the fruits in a juicer then pour into a glass with the other ingredients and throw in one or two lychees. Tart and tropical. And loaded with Vitamin C!! Perfect for this gray, cold winter weather.

While sipping my cocktail and relaxing during this vacation time off work, I watched a new, satirical video on YouTube called The Room Next Door. Very funny. In the three videos below, Michael Spicer lampoons Bojo, clearly drunk, at last month’s CBI (Confederation of British Industry) conference; Prince Andrew while the interviewer grills him about his friendship with Jeffrey Epstein; and Donald Trump during a Covid press conference.

a beautiful afternoon in the Luxembourg Gardens

For weeks we’ve had nothing but gloomy gray, drizzle and damp. Well, today was brilliantly sunny and cold. I jumped on the metro and headed to the 6th arrondissement to see the Vivian Maier photography exhibition at the Musée Luxembourg in the Luxembourg Gardens.

The 6th arrondissement is located in the heart of Paris’ Rive Gauche, or Left Bank. Considered by Parisians and visitors alike to be the quintessential Paris neighborhood, it’s home to the atmospheric Saint-Germain-des-Prés quartier, the Latin Quarter and the exquisite Luxembourg Gardens.

The gardens are famed for their calm atmosphere. Surrounding the fountain on the raised balustraded terraces are a series of statues of former French queens and saints. In the southwest corner, there’s an orchard and a puppet theatre.

It was cold, and the early afternoon light was beautiful. I love bright sunny cold days.

These photos were taken at 2 pm. I know it was 2 pm because I had a rendezvous with my ex-colleague and friend at 2:15 pm at that very spot.

We sat on two metal chairs in the sunshine and talked for over an hour. It was so nice to be able to sit outside in that lovely tranquil space.

We then headed over to the photo exhibition but there was a long queue of people waiting to get in. I’ll go back another day to see the exhibition before it closes mid-January. We decided to walk to the nearby Bon Marché department store instead. I’ve never understood why it’s called Bon Marché which means “cheap, inexpensive, low-cost”. This store is anything but. It’s the Paris equivalent of Bergdorf Goodman in NYC or Saks Fifth Avenue.

Here it is below, all gussied up for Christmas:

The Nest, a disappointing Jude Law film

So I bought the DVD the other day because (a) I like Jude Law, (b) the preview I watched on YouTube looked intriguing, and (c) I’m on vacation for 12 glorious days. Watching movies in my free time, especially when it’s cold and damp outside, is one of my favorite activities. You wouldn’t believe the weather here. For weeks its been cloudy, gray, damp and depressing.

A 2020 psychological thriller film written, directed, and produced by Sean Durkin. In my humble opinion I thought it was way overhyped. And I found it neither psychological nor thriller.

When it (abruptly) ended, I nearly shouted at my TV screen. What? That’s it? I sat through this for 1 hour and 47 minutes only to have a flabby, unsatisfactory ending? It leaves you hanging. The trailer sort of misrepresented the film: it promises A LOT, but doesn’t deliver. The story was incomplete, the characters not rounded out. For example: who was Allison (the wife played by Carrie Coon) before she met and married Rory (Jude Law)? They have no pasts; there’s no backstory. I think that’s important, don’t you?

Quick segue here: when I gave the draft of my memoir to a trusted reader, she said: “Who were your parents? Why did they leave England to emigrate to Canada in the 1950s? What motived them to cross the Atlantic Ocean on an immigrant ship, and what did they leave behind?” This is backstory which might give the story more depth and help to explain why I ended up in Europe, the very place they left all those decades ago.

La boucle est bouclée,” a French person might say, which means – the circle is complete.

Getting back to the movie, there’s a weird segment concerning Allison’s dead horse which I didn’t understand at all. And why is Rory estranged from his mother? Where does his delusion of grandeur come from? We know nothing about his past other than he’s an equity trader who moved to New York then back to London.

Anyway, that’s just my opinion. See the film for yourself. Here’s the trailer (which is great) –

office Christmas party – December 2021

The highlight of my evening was walking from Tuileries metro station along the rue de Rivoli (under the covered arcades) and up the rue de Castiglione to Place Vendôme where the party was. It was a cold, clear night and the Christmas lights and shop windows were dazzling.

As usual, I was the first to arrive. It should be known that Parisians are notoriously late. I think it’s called “fashionably late”. As for me, the invitation said “7 pm” so I was there at 7 pm. What’s more, we had all been given the wrong address. “It’s beside the Ritz Hotel at number 19 Place Vendôme,” we were told. I showed up, then, at this elegant building located in a lovely courtyard.

When I told the people at the door that I had arrived for the “soirée”, they didn’t know what I was talking about. When I gave them the name of the company I work for, they didn’t recognize it. In the end, it was sorted out and I was directed towards number 7. I warned them that they were about to receive over a hundred people, all showing up at the wrong address. Oh well, not to worry. Nothing that a glass of champagne can’t fix. I arrived at the venue, ditched my coat and headed straight for the bar.

“Une coupe de champagne, Madame ?”

“Mais oui !”

Now that’s what I call service. People started drifting in at around 7:45 pm. Due to Covid, it wasn’t a sit-down dinner but rather trays of “nibbles” served to us by waitstaff. Finger food, I guess you’d call it. Washed down with champagne à gogo. Here’s a colleague with a million dollar smile. I love her velvet dress.

Here’s me in my sparkly top that I bought specially for the occasion: Monoprix, 39 euros.

We chatted, ate and drank and then listened to the CEO’s Christmas speech. I left at around 11 pm. Taxis were available for us, but I jumped on the metro. When I got to the office this morning, the floor I work on was completely empty. I later learned they had all danced until 2:30 a.m. then took cabs to a nightclub at Place Pigalle and continued to dance until 4 a.m.

It was a quiet day at the office.

the tragedy of Macbeth, new Coen film

As a lover of both Shakespeare and the Coen brothers’ films, I was thrilled to learn of this startling new movie written and directed by Joel Coen. The visuals are breath-taking. Can’t wait to see this!

“By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.”

Shakespeare. Macbeth. Act 4, Scene 1.


A brief synopsis: 

Three witches tell the Scottish general Macbeth that he will be King of Scotland. Encouraged by his wife, Macbeth kills the king, becomes the new king, and kills more people out of paranoia. Civil war erupts to overthrow Macbeth, resulting in more death.