tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071407.post2316265555265382277..comments2024-03-28T18:57:20.920+01:00Comments on Living the life in Saint-Aignan: Eavesdropping in ParisKen Broadhursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04430899802705818716noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071407.post-61847499733111693502014-11-14T21:31:06.526+01:002014-11-14T21:31:06.526+01:00Chrissoup....
he would have been tasting it and pu...Chrissoup....<br />he would have been tasting it and putting the spoon back in as he cooked it...<br />all cooks do!Timhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16439261142732764451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071407.post-25562742047497555302014-11-14T06:59:31.108+01:002014-11-14T06:59:31.108+01:00I enjoy listening to conversations in French much ...I enjoy listening to conversations in French much more. In Paris, they give me a picture of everyday life, of the experiences and opinions of the people doing the talking. The conversations that English-speaking people have in Paris usually have to do with tourism and plans for the rest of the day. Those are not so interesting.Ken Broadhursthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04430899802705818716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071407.post-82258589580705501782014-11-14T02:28:48.548+01:002014-11-14T02:28:48.548+01:00Wonderful photos. Wish I were there. I love the op...Wonderful photos. Wish I were there. I love the open roof. Which restaurant was it?Kathleen https://www.blogger.com/profile/05110687048337815581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071407.post-41515615341212935082014-11-14T01:56:57.430+01:002014-11-14T01:56:57.430+01:00Just. As interested in conversations in English? (...Just. As interested in conversations in English? (Sorry for the split comment. I'm writing my very first comment with my new iPad Mini, and it's kind of awkward!Seine Judeet (Judith)https://www.blogger.com/profile/07407353544376132484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071407.post-59797589706601710502014-11-14T01:55:11.062+01:002014-11-14T01:55:11.062+01:00Ken, do you think that part of your enjoyment in e...Ken, do you think that part of your enjoyment in eavesdropping is listening to French conversations, or are you jusSeine Judeet (Judith)https://www.blogger.com/profile/07407353544376132484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071407.post-11319685025873963552014-11-13T23:29:45.230+01:002014-11-13T23:29:45.230+01:00Okay I hold up my hands - I love eavesdropping too...Okay I hold up my hands - I love eavesdropping too. I do it mainly on trains and mainly mobile phone users are the unwitting (or uncaring) victim. I once listened to a young man describing all details of the court appearance he had just undergone for drug possession. Another time an employment lawyer sitting opposite me spread out her case files on the table and began ringing clients. How can people be so indiscreet? I can guess it goes without saying - you'd walk straight past a restaurant full of people shouting into mobile phones, and waving their hands like madmen over a skinny latte (whatever one of those is)! Or is half a conversation better than none? PaulineTimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16439261142732764451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071407.post-45593143228666024032014-11-13T21:01:08.711+01:002014-11-13T21:01:08.711+01:00You wrote a post a while back about waiting in lin...You wrote a post a while back about waiting in line at the pharmacy and listening to many people's stories until it was your turn. I was telling someone about it today, in fact.<br /><br />Ohiofarmgirl, I once passed an open kitchen in Italy; the cook offered me a taste of the sweetened ricotta, I ate it, and then he put the spoon back in the bowl!chrissouphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00398602853402174732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071407.post-81957471033851680242014-11-13T17:42:10.898+01:002014-11-13T17:42:10.898+01:00More tomorrow... But we have people coming for lun...More tomorrow... But we have people coming for lunch, so I might not have a lot of writing time in the morning. Saturday then...Ken Broadhursthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04430899802705818716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071407.post-55806375056905728192014-11-13T17:36:03.939+01:002014-11-13T17:36:03.939+01:00That's a vivid and very funny memory to have,...That's a vivid and very funny memory to have, Ohiofarmgirl. Thanks for writing about it. Something about it is so Parisian -- the public vs. the private persona, with the second inevitably showing through, and the willingness of the one caught in the act to 'fess up, with a smile. I love it.Ken Broadhursthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04430899802705818716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071407.post-21739627809220284082014-11-13T16:42:18.494+01:002014-11-13T16:42:18.494+01:00i think an "Eavesdropping in Paris" shou...i think an "Eavesdropping in Paris" should be a regular segment when you go there. just love it! i used to go to Paris every year but then i'd go for the "silence" and i couldnt really follow a fast conversation. so i loved being with people but i could read and not have to hear/understand anyone else. the best exchange i had in a restaurant was entirely without words. i was exhausted from traveling my and gaze happened to fall toward where the waiters were working. without realizing it i was watching a young man cut and serve a tarte for a customers. he got some cream on his finger, and without thinking, licked it off. then he realized i was watching - he was mortified and froze. then i smiled and he smiled and we both laughed. i loved that moment. Ohiofarmgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02606563929369721111noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071407.post-5436293436398203332014-11-13T15:05:28.601+01:002014-11-13T15:05:28.601+01:00LOL, BettyAnn. Wealthy would be nice, single or no...LOL, BettyAnn. Wealthy would be nice, single or not.Ken Broadhursthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04430899802705818716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071407.post-11397987921166298592014-11-13T15:04:18.290+01:002014-11-13T15:04:18.290+01:00Carolyn, are we the only two indiscreet ones.Thank...Carolyn, are we the only two indiscreet ones.Thank you for sharing your stories. I won't stop eavesdropping, and maybe I'll feel less guilty about it thinking of you. More tomorrow.Ken Broadhursthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04430899802705818716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071407.post-19938226476326354582014-11-13T14:54:54.514+01:002014-11-13T14:54:54.514+01:00It just keeps getting better! Oysters still playin...It just keeps getting better! Oysters still playing a role. I hope we get to hear a story or two from les mecs. I wish I could still eavesdrop (interesting word on its own)- I'm lucky now to hear conversation at my own table even with hearing aids.Evelynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17824964122794535252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071407.post-13684264037072153532014-11-13T14:32:01.456+01:002014-11-13T14:32:01.456+01:00What I wouldn't give to be a wealthy, single F...What I wouldn't give to be a wealthy, single French woman!BettyAnnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16515411225404016249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071407.post-46813047050147971332014-11-13T14:01:34.084+01:002014-11-13T14:01:34.084+01:00Oh Ken, you devil! I do the same thing. When you...Oh Ken, you devil! I do the same thing. When you’ve been married as long as we have, eavesdropping is sometimes the best way to have a good lunch conversation.<br /><br />One of my most memorable lunches was when an English man and a French woman sat right next to us. They had a lot to catch up on. She must have assumed that she was surrounded by French people and that English wouldn't be understood–our conversation was quiet--and she told him some pretty personal stuff in English. For a while I tried to catch his eye or hers to let them know we understood but that didn’t work. I was uncomfortable on her behalf, but finally I relaxed and enjoyed hearing about her life as a wealthy, single French woman.<br /><br />Another time I wished I were an industrial spy. Three French co-workers were putting their case to a would-be foreign investor for their company's breakthrough in ceramics technology. Their conversation was entirely in English. Too bad I was enjoying my lunch too much to catch it all.Carolynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03735892815379411306noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071407.post-80134611692701265112014-11-13T13:19:06.831+01:002014-11-13T13:19:06.831+01:00Oh, and I don't remember noticing anybody smok...Oh, and I don't remember noticing anybody smoking.Ken Broadhursthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04430899802705818716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071407.post-76120956711413588452014-11-13T13:17:08.369+01:002014-11-13T13:17:08.369+01:00It's verboten here too — inside. I was sitting...It's verboten here too — inside. I was sitting outside. Glassed-in but with an open roof.Ken Broadhursthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04430899802705818716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071407.post-77941659920847131312014-11-13T12:14:17.886+01:002014-11-13T12:14:17.886+01:00it's killing me - the ashtray on the table. v...it's killing me - the ashtray on the table. verboten over here (thank the dogs and cats)!anne marie in phillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11765140782182605141noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18071407.post-36707606608464232092014-11-13T07:50:23.713+01:002014-11-13T07:50:23.713+01:00I love listening to conversations during dinners t...I love listening to conversations during dinners they fantastic and so amazing but strange sometimes.Gosiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14604712540141917583noreply@blogger.com