Lucy Ferriss


I've called this blog "Travelin' Thoughts" in the past, because I kept it mostly as a journal to record impressions of new places and cultures. But in a way, it's still a place for traveling thoughts--ideas that move through and past me, and out into the world. Some of these are literary, some just about life. It's a good place to open up the conversation, and I welcome your thoughts and comments.

Year of the Dog

February 19, 2018

Finally, a beautiful weekend -- spring-like, really -- where we got out to a couple of fabulous outdoor markets and I played a sociable, competitive doubles match under blue sky. One of the markets was the Marché des Producteurs, where farmers from the center of France come to Paris with their honeys, olive oils, wines, patés, goat cheeses, and meats. Tastings galore, and really exquisite selections; we came back to rue Darwin loaded up with comestibles.

The tennis match came about, finally, through the various contacts I've made since arriving here. An American passing through Paris sent out a call for tennis partners; a British photographer and I responded; I booked us a court through the mairie because I've somehow gotten onto that system; and I prevailed on another American who'd written once before to join us. All terrific players, each with a different story about being in Paris. Unfortunately we could only secure an hour, but we maximized it. The Americans are leaving soon, but the Brit and I plan to fix up some more games. And then tomorrow, Tuesday, I seem to be playing in a tournament at the Racing Club de France. No idea how that will go.

But the really special moment came as I was walking from the metro stop, just outside one of Paris's two Chinatown areas, in Belleville in the 19me, where I ran across a bit of Chinese New Year's festivity. The "dogs" for the Year of the Dog gather and stop in at various vendors in the neighborhood, perhaps to collect money; then they have a contest as to which dog can grab the hanging clump of lettuce that they all "eat up" on the sidewalk. The serpent lurks in the background; I assume the Year of the Snake is on its way out. Enjoy:


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