tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15751663.post4974128396814210829..comments2023-11-21T11:06:21.551+01:00Comments on Kung Fu Dana: SON OF FIVE & A HALFKFDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12532490726726475091noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15751663.post-42296657211425215762009-01-10T00:16:00.000+01:002009-01-10T00:16:00.000+01:00I didn't find out that our Parisian neighbors were...I didn't find out that our Parisian neighbors were noticing details about us and our stuff in the lobby til we left: http://lafilleenrose.vox.com/library/post/happy-hump-day.html<BR/><BR/>my new favorite phrase: <I>"comme si c'etait le Bronx ici! On n'est pas dans le Bronx!!!"</I>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15751663.post-5171464079674463732009-01-07T19:52:00.000+01:002009-01-07T19:52:00.000+01:00First off, I totally love your blog, KFD! I wonde...First off, I totally love your blog, KFD! I wonder if Time will finally dull these particular corners. I spent 2 weeks in Paris in November, the 2nd week in a 6th flr. apartment in the 19th. The owner is French and a longtime resident, and his top floor landing has quite a bit of stuff on it--but not junk, it felt a bit like a cute tiny parlor. OTOH, you'll probably always be an object of fascination for your neighbors . . . work it, babe!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15751663.post-49176500762069578062009-01-06T21:15:00.000+01:002009-01-06T21:15:00.000+01:00Complaining is how French people bond. Its the opp...<I>Complaining is how French people bond. Its the opposite of the British stiff upper lip.</I><BR/>When my foreigner colleague got her French citizenship, her husband said "Maintenant tu peux raler!!!"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15751663.post-70370106388276666022009-01-06T13:26:00.000+01:002009-01-06T13:26:00.000+01:00We were the Horrible Young People in our building ...We were the Horrible Young People in our building for the first two years, which was only compounded by the fact that I was foreign. This all was cleared up, however, when the Truly Horrible People moved into the flat below us. Now, I spend my elevator rides moaning with the old ladies about the odious woman on the 3rd floor who leave her cleaning supplies on the balcony, making our building look like a tenement, screams like a lunatic at her children, slams the entrance door whenever she comes home drunk in the middle of the night, and cleans her kitchen at 3am. I promise everything will get better for you when someone even newer moves into the building and you can complain about that person with Mme Five and a Half. Complaining is how French people bond. Its the opposite of the British stiff upper lip.Nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05668499644450303275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15751663.post-17216969560130497942009-01-06T12:20:00.000+01:002009-01-06T12:20:00.000+01:00Ha, I also live on the top floor of a fancy French...Ha, I also live on the top floor of a fancy French apartment building and deal with the same thing. Nice to know I'm not alone.<BR/><BR/>If I were you, I'd start leaving random bags of things outside her door in the middle of the night, and then go to the concièrge and complain about her. But I'm evil like that... lolKsamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05991667611234163617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15751663.post-74075323747371448742009-01-06T05:13:00.000+01:002009-01-06T05:13:00.000+01:00Love the story, not surprised at all about the Fre...Love the story, not surprised at all about the French lady problem with the shoes (I once had a French lady in a Paris apartment building mad at me because I turned the light on in the hall with a "click" in the middle of the night... not that I had a choice, because the bathroom was down the hall).<BR/><BR/>What I am surprised about... there is SNOW in Paris this year?? Isn't that just like, once every 50 years or so?Sadie J. Valerihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01260139580849651689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15751663.post-73882761818775212272009-01-05T17:59:00.000+01:002009-01-05T17:59:00.000+01:00I never comment, but had to say something. I too ...I never comment, but had to say something. I too am a foreigner (Canadian) living in a 'fancy' building in Paris where everyone stares at me instead of just saying "Bonjour" like I do, with a foreign (Spanish) concierge who is the only one who talks to me!! I live on the 6th and last floor, and my only neighbour is a family that... keeps two pairs of shoes out on the hallway. It obviously doesn't bother me, but does bother FIVE to an extent I don't understand. They never see the shoes, what's the problem? Must be a French thing, I don't know.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com