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charlotteinparis

charlotteinparis

I am a Dane who is living and working in France, and this blog is about my impressions of this beautiful country. I do not pretend to be an expert in any way; this is justa blog for my friends and those who drop by.

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A Dane in France

A Dane in France

Impressions of a Dane living and working in France
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Articles : 273
Depuis : 13/06/2011
Categorie : Lifestyle

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Mr Lavie

Mr Lavie

With the association Collectif Vélo en Ville I have since 6 months been exploring parts of Marseille that I had only heard of. Today we went to Saint Just, Merlan and Chutes-Lavie where a surprise waited for us at the end of a narrow street behind a gate. There was a time when foreigners were welcome in Marseille; they were innovative and created
A four letter word

A four letter word

The four letter word is not LOVE but FRAC. I don't know how I have been able to ignore those letters for so long but until recently I had no idea what they meant: Fonds Régional d'Art Contemporains (Regional Modern Art Foundations). Jacques Lang, the Minister of Culture in 1982, created these foundations in 23 regions of France with financing from
Smalltalk at the Consulate

Smalltalk at the Consulate

On Friday night I was mugged when leaving the Paris metro. A young guy was rubbing himself against me whilst we were standing on the escalators, and though I tried to ignore him, I eventually turned around and looked angrily at him. A few metres down the street I thought I should check my rucksack. Damn, the rucksack was open, and my passport was g
My Magic Blue Card

My Magic Blue Card

Two years ago my life in the south of France changed when iDTGV released an offer called iDTGVMAX. For the modest sum of EUR59.99 per month, equipped with a blue card with my photo and with the installation of an application on my phone a world beyond the Calanques and the Cote Bleue became available. In the last two years I have been travelling on
Water Castle

Water Castle

Water castle is the literal translation from the French château d'eau and is much more poetic than water reservoir. There is a poetic water castle in Toulouse on the shore of the river Garonne. It is simply called Château d'Eau, and it is a centre for photography - and it was the first of its kind when it was opened for the public in 1974. On my
Cocotte

Cocotte

Recently I became the owner of my first cocotte. A cocotte is something that one will find in every traditional French home. I am not thinking of a cocotte as they called a prostitute during the Second Empire nor am I thinking of the nickname that children have given to a chicken. No, I am thinking of a cocotte! A cocotte is a cast iron cooking pot
Ex Voto

Ex Voto

After a day out cycling and hiking in the Sainte Baume near Aubagne with my bike buddies we arrived after darkness at the small priory St Jean du Garguier. Evening mass was about to begin, so we quickly locked our bicycles together and entered the priory to admire the famous ex votos hanging on the walls of the chapel. The chapel of the priory must
Me and Joe

Me and Joe

This week saw Joe Cocker pass to another world following his fight with lung cancer. It felt as if a life long friend had left me, though I have never seen Joe Cocker in concert or even followed his carreer. He has just always been there. It was on a school trip in February 1983 that Joe Cocker filled my ears and my head with his song "Up Where We
France's got talent

France's got talent

You know this TV show where candidates have to show their talent in front of three judges and an audience? Well, in the last couple of days I have realised that France's got talent. I am not talking about singers and dancers and magicians, but about normal people finding an inner force and together coming up with ideas and taking actions for the be
Le Canet

Le Canet

Yesterday when I was racing through Marseille with my bike boys I got glimpses of places that I would love to explore further. One of these places was Le Canet, a former industrial area where oïl and soap manufacturers had their production. After some reaserch tonight I now know more about what I saw. It is a pity that no explanations were giving