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All We Need Is Vélov '

What a beautiful city, again ... This Sunday

WAS Highly productive and Simply Divine. In the morning, I Met Up With Sisi and Laura for a quick walk on The Market Along the Saone, in gorgeous sunlight.


We Went home Altogether, and Had a perfect Sunday lunch, onion pie, pineapple and Some atria (a specialty from Lyon).

In the afternoon, Sissi and Laure were too lazy to go back on the Vélov'. I met up with He and his roomate Estelle to take a ride, along the Rhône, this time.



We went south, to Gerland Stadium, which was all surrounded by hords of policemen. Lyon vs Paris soccer game, that explains it.

Sun went out, cold was biting, but damn, this was good!

Dishes, appartment cleaning, hot chocolate and back to micro-economics...

Merci les copains !

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Ob-la-di, ob-la-da

Winter sky is grey, days all look alike, but it is so sweet to live in such a beautiful city.

Lately, I have been starting my days with 3 hours of phoning-job: I call every hospital and rest-homes to ask them about how they do the laundry. How much dirty linen do you wash ? Do you look for bacterias in the clean sheets? How many driers do you have? And so on... I am now an expert in any waiting tunes. A good exercise for my nerves AND my courtesy skills.
Stick and carott tactic: all of this is worth a ticket to NYC.

In the afternoon, I go to class (yes, it happens...): intense micro-economics till mid-February. Afterwards, every student head to the " bar du BDE ": students headquarters within the very school, where beer is cheap and music loud. Let's dance some choregraphies , a real institution in EMLYON BUSINESSSSSS SCHOOL.

(pictures are from last year, keep reading for further details!)
First year students are getting ready for the big campaign and each team which wants to be elected in an association has to create a choregraphy and a totem, which are to be shown to the whole school during a big 3-day event. Just like I did last year with mine. Good memories are coming back!

We were the TAJ'MY ART, and built an elephant in paper maché in my tiny appartment.


At night, I go hang out with my dear friends or welcome them in my little castle for dinner. It never ends up pretty late though: last train, around midnight, turns us into modern Cinderellas and puts an end to every good night we spend together.

And on week-ends, we simply take it easy. Last activity worth mentionning: the exhibition in the fine art museum. Good news, all Picasso and Matisse works are not in the MoMA!
This museum has a gorgeous yard no one can see from outside, I'll definitely go there with a book in summer.
Modern subway takes us home. Better not to be in a hurry on a Sunday. But well, it's Sunday. And girly talks on the platform make me wish we had to wait a little longer.


Well well, and anytime I see a map of Lyon , I cannot help noticing that it reminds me of something.

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Geneva, French-American summit meeting

Sunday 9 AM, I get on a train to Geneva. Ashley just arrived there, and it is so close to Lyon that we have thought it'd be great to hang out on the old continent.
My first time to Switzerland actually! And it looks pretty much like home... Trolleys, the Rhône , French language. After a 10 minute walk, I join Ashley in the lovely old time. Feels like it's been ages since I last saw her, and it is so good to meet up with a friendly American face. We take a walk up the hill, in the narrow streets, facing the mountains covered with snow, and then along the beautiful and massive lake.


Seagulls everywhere, nicely living next to ducks.

A shy winter sun shines over the mountains which surround the city but the air gets chillier. We go watch a movie in Ashley's cute room -a good one, a French one: Ne le dis à personne -. After this amazing day, good chats, girls laughs and fresh mountain air, it is already time to go back to Lyon... and soon to NY?

Thank you Ash =)



Maman, pas besoin de râler sur l'anglais, je t'ai déjà tout raconté ;-)

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Welcome home

After having feared this moment during the last weeks in dreamland, I finally came back to my day-to-day in Lyon, and started an old new life. The last days have been busy and an unexpected visit has helped me keep smiling.

On Monday, Carla arrives in Lyon for a few days before going away to Estonia for 6 months, a good occasion to meet up with other Faidherbardes (girls from prepschool time), catch up with fresh memories from abroad, and remind good ones from old times.

Carla, Claire, Natacha and Alexandra come over for dinner in my little castle on Tuesday. Carla and I cook carbonara pasta and a galette des rois (with a red bean as a charm). Claire becomes queen and we all laugh out loud when we talk about the good years.

After a few hours at school on Wednesday, I meet up with Carla in front of the beautiful opera.

I then take Carla for a walk on the presqu'île , and on the Croix-Rousse slopes. Here are the famous trolleys of Lyon in front of the fine-arts museum, and the massive Bartoldi fountain -NY and Lyon have the guy in common, who would have thought?- on the Place des Terreaux.

We climb up the slopes and stairs and come accross a funny café : the DAHU . So I turn myelf into one for a sec (kind of had to as we went up the montée de la grande côte ).

Once at the top of the hill, we stop for a while to admire the view over the city and the hill of Fourvière , from the over side of the Saône.

As good girls, we go shopping (sales time...) and I totally fall for -another- leather bag...

Here are THE VELOV's !!! There are spots everywhere in Lyon. This is the most practicle stuff ever, I just love them and ride them to come back from school, fighting against iced roads and not always winning...

We then meet up with Natach for a 4 o'clock drink. We watch the sun set in front of hot chocolate, all warmed up inside Natacha's favorite pub.

Downtown is so beautiful at night. Fourvière , théâtre des Célestins (where I can't wait to go again), and place Bellecour ...

Allez salut, Carlita

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Tasty new year

Two tasty traditions inaugurated 2010 at the Bouderlique's :

First, the Bûche , a rolled sponge cake filled with chocolate mousse and covered with butter cream. It is normally a Christmas desert, but as we kind of caught up with our Christmas'eve on the 31st, we enjoyed it just as much. Cosy night with the parents, brother, cousin, aunt and uncles. Not to mention that I once again beated everyone at Carcassonne ^^.


After a short first week back in Lyon, I rode north again for a looong week-end; I met up with my feeling of spending the week-end in my countryside cottage. Except it is not really a cottage but a massive former farm filled up with Papa's crap -roll down Rémi's page and play "where is Clem" (modern Cinderella style). Welcome home...

It is the time of the Epiphanie , a tradition when we eat the galette des rois . I made one for the occasion. Principle is simple : a charm is hidden in the cake. The one who gets it is the king. Philémon got it. But after two hours of encrownment, he agreed to go back to the republic.

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We wish you ...

This is it. I came home, after 24 weeks of American dream, lots of memories, so many things I learned, so many people I'll remember.

Thursday, December 24th.
After a quick and last breakfast with Marion at Native Beans, I go take a walk on Broadway to buy an American-European adapter. First thing I did in New York was buying a European-American one. Nice ending. Marion helps me carry my two suitcases to J-stop at Essex street. The street doesn't look the same already.
Airport mess - I manage to pass security with a coke can and a bottle of water which I had forgotten in my purse (once home, I found a box of matches in a small pocket of my carry-on... they say I don't look like a terrorist). My luggage is full of Christmas presents and my heart is at least as heavy when I drop it in my teenage room. Nothing has changed in Montbrehain, or little. The house is warm and fully decorated for Christmas. Smells good too.

But jetlag and all sorts of thoughts give the late christmas meal a sour taste. Back to my room like a little girl who did not want to wake up from dreamland. Countryside silence is almost painful but well, it's always better after a nap, which I cut short under Rémi's advice.

Tender reunion with my piano on which I play the same pieces again and again, with a few mistakes - rusted fingers?

And then begins the grandparents marathon, the "yes it's a little hard to be back", the presents, the games with the cousins, the cuddle with the littles, all and all the sweet family rituals. Papi does not recognize me ("Nouiiillorc ? TOI ? à Nouiiiillorc ?"); Mamie is thrilled to travel through my pictures; Alain is relieved I have not put on weight; Luis, Lili, Anna and Macha jump on me. The gatherings are sprinkled with fresh American memories and stories that I shared with everyone, listening carefully to the avenues, the jellow shots, Coney island and the 29th floor.


And everybody loves NY.

I almost forgot: happy new year, dear readers!