The Artist is back in Paris

You’d have to be blind not to notice that The Artist has been released in cinemas all over Paris (or, rather, it has been re-released, as it came out originally in October).

The city has been plastered with billboards calling us to see the film that has enchanted America and magasines featuring the French actors savouring their moment of glory fill every newsagents shop.
Indeed, Michel Hazanavicius’s tale is a brave movie with exceptional performances, an enlightened direction, well-shot photography and a good soundtrack. It is humorous and moving and it well deserves the enthusiastic critiques it has received on both sides of the Atlantic.

the new The  Artist poster - changed to mention the overseas success.

The poster to promote The Artist re-relase in France

I should also mention that is a good French movie to watch at the cinema and if your French is not so good (ever wanted to go to the movies but been put off by the idea of not understanding, on average, 70% of what is said on screen?).

In fact, the first and only words in the whole movie are pronounced just a few seconds before the end. And I can assure you that it really doesn’t matter whether you understand them or not!


Paris drizzle

Weather-wise we were ready for the worst. Everybody had warned us that weather in Paris is awful: cold, rainy and grey (“just as bad as London’s,” a friend told me). But, after five months in this city, I can say that I don’t find Paris weather bad at all.

Or maybe I’ve just been lucky.

According to metereologist Guillame Sechet, Autumn 2011 has been not only the second warmest autumn in more than a hundred years (+2,2 °C above the seasonal average), but also one of the driest. This for us has meant being able to walk to school every day with our trottinettes (scooters) and enjoying a play (kids) and a chat (me) at the Park Monceau before heading back home. I found autumn in Paris rather beautiful.

ginko biloba and blue sky

A ginko biloba and blue sky - my first autumn in Paris

Sechet predicts that also the current winter will be on record as one of the warmest in history. It’ too early to tell yet, but so far the season has been treating us exceptionally well with mild temperatures and very little rain (the thermometer fell below 1°C only on one day). And, by the way, it’s 10°C today.

pink blossoms in winter

Blossoming trees can be seen all over Paris this winter.

In spite of all these exceptions one thing remains true to the cliché – Paris winter is indeed a drizzly affair. A light, almost imperceptible mix of rain and moist lasts all day and eventually soaks the city. The Cole Porter song goes, “I love Paris in the winter, when it drizzles”. I start wondering if we will sizzle this summer.

Follow th queue, you’ll find the best baguette


I expected to find baguettes in every bakery, of course.

What I didn’t know though, was that Parisians have a cult-like love for la baguette. It’s not simple bread we’re talking about but a symbol of identity and belonging.

baguettes in a bakery

Baguettes on display in a Parisian bakery.

In Paris there are also more bakeries than you would think sustainable: within 200 meters from our apartment there are eight bakeries, not counting the supermarkets that also sell bread.

In spite of this, our French neighbours will solemnly queue outside their favourite bakery, endorsing with their presence what they believe to be the best bread. They could simply walk across the street and buy another, apparently identical, baguette but instead they choose to wait and stand in a queue that stretches outside the shop.

After a few taste tests you do realise that some baguettes are indeed much better than others and that your neighbours are not all insane. So, you end up joining the queue.

Queue in fron of a bakery

Parisians endorsing their favourite bakery.

The two main types of baguettes are the normale and the tradition (one local baker, who must be a creative type, also has a popular multigrain version). Those in the know prefer the tradition, which has to be additive-free and can contain only four ingredients – wheat flour, water, salt and yeast. The baguettes de tradition must be mixed, kneaded, leavened and baked on premises, without ever being frozen.

I personally prefer a good normale, if nothing else because it doesn’t have a crust that hurts your palate when you eat it. (“Mum, the bread hurts!” said last Saturday my eight-year-old while eating a tradition.)

You can ask for a baguette bien cuite (read: almost carbonized) or pas trop cuite. Again, the connoisseurs will tell you that the well-cooked one is the way to go but I’m not used to it, so I always ask for the pale version.

The ultimate example of the Parisian cult for the baguette is the annual competition Grand Prix de la baguette de tradition de la Ville de Paris (best traditional baguette in Paris). Some of the city’s best bakers compete for the first prize, which brings not only prestige and 4000 euros to the winner, but also the chance to supply the bread to the presidential palace for the year.

crunchy baguette de tradition

A crunchy baguette de tradition (ouch!)

Observing people’s bread-shopping behaviour is not only a great clue on what to buy and how to buy it, but it also gives you some insight on how people think and what’s important to them.