French Word(s) of the Day: Joyeuses Pâques (juh-why-oose pack)- Happy Easter
In France, the Easter bunny doesn’t bring French children chocolate. Here, it’s the bells.
Church bells don’t ring on Good Friday, so parents tell their children this is because the bells have gone to Rome to see the Pope. When they come back on Easter, they bring chocolate and candy with them from Rome.
I suppose it’s just as plausible as a giant, white bunny hiding eggs everywhere. It makes finding chocolate bunnies much harder in France, though. I’m not kidding: I can find chocolate cows, but not chocolate bunnies.
Brittney invited Martin and me to a concert for tonight, so I spent part of my Easter here:
Yes, that is a large feather on his hat. He’s also wearing a pooka shell necklace with giant, plastic shrimps on it. His name is King Khan, and Brittney’s description of him was “the middle eastern James Brown.”
His band did remind us that it was Easter. His drummer looked exactly like Jesus. I attempted to take a picture of him, and this happened:
His hair and his beard are the white light shining in the pink background (I outlined them in orange for you), which is strange as he had brown hair. Brittney likened it to Shroud of Turin. We declared it to be one of the magical mysteries of Easter.
Martin disappeared, but I suspect that’s not as much a mystery of Easter as it is that he found a romantic interest.
During one of the sets, a French man rushed onstage and bisous-ed (gave kisses on both cheeks) to every single band member. Only in France would anyone decide that this would be the proper course of action after rushing the stage.
Brittney and I also hung out yesterday and walked around the passages of Paris. They’re gorgeous… If I ever become rich, I’m basing my house off of them.
One of my doctors here told me that it was absolutely necessary for the health to have one glass of red wine a day (two for men). Brittney and I have taken an intense concern for our health and have been following her advice. We’ve tried to have at least one everyday this week. Health is very important, you understand.
Now I’m off to prepare for London. I have my camera prepared to take pictures of the strangest Royal Wedding paraphernalia I can find. I promised my coworkers I’d bring them back something.
Pain au chocolate count: 77 (must buy TWO tomorrow for London…)