The Best Way to Spend a French Day in New York

Trick all 5 senses into thinking you’re in France this weekend.

At a time when it’s uncertain when Americans will be allowed to visit Europe again, you might find yourself salivating over travel influencer latergrams of Rue Cremieux or Collioure, or window shopping for Air France tickets at COVID prices. Luckily, those in New York have the resources available to spend a day in Paris, without leaving Manhattan.

Start the day right with a croissant and a coffee, at one of New York’s dozens of phenomenal French bakeries. Grab a baguette at La Bicyclette in Williamsburg, or a pastry at Ebb & Flow in DUMBO. Or you can always opt for the clout visit to Dominique Ansel or Maison Kayser.

Miss a good old fashioned shopping trip in Paris? Browse dozens of French items from beauty products to kitchenware at French Wink, which provides free local pickup at their Chelsea boutique.

Tired of your local grocery store being your only place for social interaction? Shop the French way, and order from the specialists. Sign up for a weekly flower subscription with florist Agnes de Villarson, and prepare for the evening’s apéro by scouting some cheese plate fixings from French Cheese Board in Soho, or ordering prime charcuterie products from restaurant supplier D’Artagnan. Or make it a trip to the marché with one of New York’s 50 outdoor farmers’ markets. Perhaps a lunchtime picnic could even be in order. Check this list of every NYC park to find one near you (but be wary that some, like Brooklyn’s Domino Park, are searching bags upon entry for alcohol and illegal fireworks).

Don’t forget to stock up on wine. We recommend Winemak’her, Park Slope’s new bar and wine store, which is dedicated to celebrating women winemakers.

Nothing feels more French than the city’s sudden abundance of outdoor seating options. With restaurants like Williamsburg’s Juliette, Alphabet City’s Pardon My French, and South Slope’s Le P’tit Paris Bistro all operating en terrasse at the moment, there’s no better time to enjoy lunch or dinner on makeshift boulevard seating, glass of rosé in hand.

After dinner, tune into one of the virtual film screenings organized by FIAF, including Animation First REWIND, a retrospective on the past three years of the organization’s highly successful French animation festival, complete with streamings of animated films for all ages and tastes.

The Met Opera is still offering free nightly streams of some of the best works in their canon. This week, watch the most famous French-language opera of all time, Georges Bizet’s Carmen (August 11), or take a trip to Paris with Puccini’s seminal La Bohème (August 15), or one of his other great works, inspired by the great French novel of the same name, Manon Lescaut (August 10).

For a little late night entertainment, a dimly-lit jazz bar might strike the right note. But since those are a little hard to come by these days, venues like Rue B have integrated live music back into their outdoor seating set-ups, and others, like Barbès, are streaming sets live on YouTube so you can jam out from the comfort of your home.

Source: The Best Way to Spend a French Day in New York – Frenchly

France Heat Wave: Paris Braces for Record Temperatures

Paris is facing one of its worst heat waves in more than a century, with daily average temperatures hovering around 30 degrees Celsius (86 degrees Fahrenheit) over a seven-day period and hitting a maximum of 39 degrees on Sunday, according to forecaster Meteo-France [ . . . ]

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This Presidency is Killing Relationships—and We’re All Grieving

By JOHN PAVLOVITZ

I’ll never understand it.

As long as I live, it will never really make sense to me.

Yeah, I’ve read all the research, analyzed all the data, digested a thousand think pieces, and watched countless late night cable TV commentaries over the past four years—and all of them together still don’t add up to this.

They don’t explain once rational, otherwise decent, educated people fully taking leave of their senses: people I’ve grown up with, served on mission trips with, families who’ve had my kids over for sleepovers, older relatives I spent decades aspiring to become, ministers I once respected for their compassion—a rapidly growing army of people who I was sure knew better than this.

Nothing adequately explains their complete rejection of Science.
Nothing completely accounts for them instantly embracing the most nonsensical of conspiracies.
Nothing truly prepared me for their social media explosions of racism.
Nothing fully connects the dots between their past goodness and this present ugliness.

I can microscopically parcel out every conceivable contributing factor: white supremacy, the pro-life lie, Fox News propaganda, toxic masculinity, Evangelical indoctrination, intellectual laziness, manipulated nationalism, unchecked capitalism, hatred for Hillary, political fatigue, disenfranchisement, fear of replacement, and celebrity worship:

They fail to adequately explain how I lost people I loved and respected.
They don’t cushion the pain of these separations.
They don’t make it easier for me to grieve the loss of living people.
They don’t comfort me in these relational funerals.

And as much as I am in mourning, I know that these people are likely similarly grieving me right now; that they too are lamenting their own list of ways they imagine I’ve changed or lost the plot or abandoned my convictions or betrayed my religion—and they’re wondering where they lost me.

I think that’s the smaller, more devastating story we’re not telling right now; the one far below the bold type trending news. It isn’t America’s clear compound fractures of  partisan battles, issue differences, loud tribalism, and attention-stealing sideshow press conferences that are doing the greatest damage right now. The real mortal wound to this nation is coming from the relational internal bleeding measured around kitchen tables and in church pews and in neighborhoods. It is the interpersonal separations that we’re all experiencing: hundreds of millions of losses to collectively mourn every day.

We’re not just being pulled apart along political lines, but the fragile, time-woven fabric of our most intimate connections with people are being torn in two right now. Marriages, families, lifelong friendships, faith communities, and social circles that survived every previous assault from within and without—may not survive this presidency.

And the worst part, is that the election results aren’t going to fix this.

They’re going to leave half of us elated and the other half sickened—and that emotional divide is only going to grow and strain to sever the already tenuous ties between us. There will certainly be a massive wave of ghostings and unfriendings, more silent disconnections and explosive middle-finger send-offs, more aborted family gatherings and cold silences with our neighbors. There will be a greater separation in the small and the close spaces where life is truly measured—and I’m not sure how we prevent or repair it.

I imagine some relationships will manage to survive this beyond November—if we invest in them, if we keep listening, if we have willing participants in mutual understanding—but others will not, and that’s probably necessary. Maybe we’ve simply seen too much about the deepest contents of people’s hearts to ever feel safety in their presence again. Maybe we’ll never feel like they are home for us anymore.

Either way, we need to name and reckon with this very specific and metastatic grieving: the accumulating losses of people we love who are still here, the death of our relationships.

It is a national tragedy.

Source: This Presidency is Killing Relationships—and We’re All Grieving