• Just For Google

The Perpetual Passenger

Menu

  • Home
  • About Me
  • Posts
  • My List
  • Cities: in Photos
    • Tokyo
    • Prague
    • London
    • Rome
  • Enter your email address to follow my blog and get notifications of new posts by email.

  • Live Blog Feed

    RSS Feed RSS - Posts

    RSS Feed RSS - Comments

  • Like us on Facebook!

    Like us on Facebook!
  • Categories

    Amsterdam Birthday Blog Construction Cities: in Photos Cupcakes Expat Family + Friends Food France French Greece Holidays Humor Italy Japan Language Life Lessons London Love MyFrenchLife New England Paris Photo Reblog Speaking Sports Travel Uncategorized United States Update
  • Amazing Blogs I Follow That You Should, Too

    • American Expat in France
    • Away We Go
    • Grenobloise
    • HJ Underway
    • je parle américain
    • Life as told by Zoë
    • Living Out Loud
    • Matador Network
    • The Literate Housewife
    • UpUpandAwayz
  • Archives

    • April 2015 (5)
    • September 2013 (2)
    • August 2013 (1)
    • May 2013 (2)
    • April 2013 (1)
    • March 2013 (1)
    • February 2013 (2)
    • January 2013 (8)
    • December 2012 (5)
    • November 2012 (1)
    • October 2012 (4)
    • September 2012 (4)
    • August 2012 (5)
    • July 2012 (7)
    • June 2012 (1)
    • May 2012 (7)
    • April 2012 (5)
    • March 2012 (3)
    • February 2012 (4)
    • January 2012 (5)
    • December 2011 (5)
    • November 2011 (4)
    • October 2011 (6)
    • September 2011 (4)
    • August 2011 (3)
    • July 2011 (6)
    • June 2011 (3)
    • May 2011 (6)
    • March 2011 (4)
    • September 2010 (10)
  • Perpetual Passenger is published on the following sites:

  • ExpatsBlog.com - Where Expats Blog
  • Expat Women - Inspiring Your Success Abroad
  • blog expat

Paris Cupcake Wars: Sugar Daze

October 9, 2012 · by Nikki

The moment has finally arrived. The moment when I review the cupcake shop to end all cupcake shops in Paris. The one everyone told me about, from a comment on of of my earlier cupcake posts, here, to an article written by MammaExpat over at HJ Underway, here, to recommendations I received via twitter: Sugar Daze was the must-try bakery on my list. Now it’s time to reveal whether or not the shop is worth all the buzz…

At first glance: The first few times I walked past Sugar Daze I actually didn’t notice it. It was only when I was on a mission to find the shop that I realized I had walked down that same street several times, since my doctor was located around the corner. “How could I have missed a cupcake shop?” I had asked myself as Frog Prince and I turned onto the familiar street. It even has a colorful awning and a lovely glass window displaying some delectable treats that looked more than tempting.

At second glance: Once I finally stepped inside, the overly-commercial decor of the other shops I’ve visited yielded to a simple, relatively white-walled setting… which didn’t hold my attention for more than two seconds in light of the cupcakes on display.

Look at these beauties! Don’t they just make your mouth water?

At first bite: As with Daisy Miller’s, I knew before taking a bite what the experience would be like. Except in this case, I was expecting, and experienced, opposite results. I went immediately for I Love Rock N’ Roll, with it’s hand-crafted sugar guitar sitting atop the perfect amount of frosting. The frosting was sublime, and the cake was perfectly moist and well-flavored (which says a lot since they had been refrigerated after buying them the day before). At Sugar Daze, Cat makes full-sized cupcakes (not those little mini ones the Parisians try to pass off as cupcakes), so we each selected a different cupcake, cut it in quarters, and shared. I can say that the second, third and fourth bites were also exquisite.

Amazing cake, perfect frosting, and a hidden surprise?! A trifecta of tastiness!

Overall: Again, I don’t pay much attention to pricing, but I can say that Sugar Daze has the best-tasting cupcakes so far (and perhaps in all of Paris), and they offer full-sized cupcakes, so the price is probably higher per cupcake but not by weight, and for good reason. Not only is the size and taste enough to make these cupcakes worth the money, but the time spent on making each one look uniquely perfect is a rare thing in the cupcake world, rendering each one worth its weight in gold. Oh, and did I mention how fresh they were? Yeah, the list keeps going…

It’s almost like I don’t even need to say this last part, but for the sake of consistency: DEFINITELY GO to Sugar Daze if you’re in Paris and craving a cupcake. You won’t be disappointed! 🙂

48.868711 2.417708

Taking Time To Be a Tourist

October 1, 2012 · by Nikki

When I tell people that I live in Paris, I often hear things like “I love Paris! It’s so beautiful,” “OMG, Paris is so pretty!” “I love _______ (insert Parisian area/neighborhood/district of choice)! It’s so charming!” “You must love the _______ (see previous instructions)! It was my favorite place when I visited there.”

At first, the short amount of time I had spent in the city allowed me to say things like “I haven’t been there yet, but I’ll definitely check it out,” to the satisfaction of those who had now given me, the resident of Paris, a recommendation on something new to see or do. And I took as many of those recommendations as I could in the early months. But recently it has dawned on me that the more people tell me how much they love certain little pieces of Paris, the harder it is for me to relate. Why? Simple: I have spent so much time and energy trying not to be a tourist, that I have flat-out avoided some of the parts of this city that make it so… Parisian.

So I’ve made a resolution to cut that out. I don’t care if I look like a tourist or not. The truth is, I live here, and if my American accent and constant stops to take pictures annoy the people around me… too bad. I’m here now, and I’m going to make the most of it. I would regret moving away from this place without having experienced the ins and outs of such a famously beautiful, culture-rich city.

To try and get better acquainted with the Paris that lies beyond the 12th arrondissement, I spent part of my Saturday last weekend taking my bicycle along the Seine and admiring beauty that was meant to be beheld. At some point I will compile all of the photos I’ve taken in and around Paris to add to my Cities: in Photos series (which still has yet to see Kos! Bad blogger!), but in the meantime, here’s a peek at what you can see in the city when you cycle through the streets. Enjoy!

Visiting the courtyard and gardens surrounding the Louvre never gets old…
Pausing for a portrait
Is that Tom Hanks?! Jk, jk. 🙂

Giving you one in B&W for your photographic enjoyment
An angle of the Notre Dame not seen often enough
The Dark Knight is also a Perpetual Passenger

Not hard to find things you want to photograph in this city
No less stunning from the river

48.868711 2.417708

Rome

September 27, 2012 · by Nikki

To continue with my trend of posting atrociously late photos… here are my pictures of Rome from *cough* April *cough.*

Roman Rooftops at Sunset
Scooter Action Shot
Spanish Steps

Scooting in the Italian countryside
City Wall
Roman Horse Statue

Through the Duct
Colosseum View
Through the Rabbit Hole… can you see the dome on the other side?

Roman Statue
Scooters, scooters, everywhere!
Old Roman Road

Bath House Ruins
Beautiful architecture at every turn
Walking Down the Oldest Road in Rome

Hard to get home sick when you get to go scooting through Rome
No Title Required
Aquaduct remains

St Peters Dome
Tomb of Unknown Soldier at Sunset
Tunnel of Trees

Roman Glow – the capital building, I think?
A close-up of the wall of an aquaduct
Sinking Ship Fountain near the Spanish Steps

Colosseum
Bath House Ruins 2

48.868711 2.417708

Paris Cupcake Wars: Daisy Miller American Bakery & Restaurant

September 17, 2012 · by Nikki

I bet you thought I had taken a break from my mission to discover cupcakes in Paris, hmm? Well you’re wrong–I haven’t!

Frog Prince’s big sis clued me in to a potentially dangerous thing: a cupcake shop in my neighborhood. This sounded like trouble, and I needed to investigate. Enter: Daisy Miller American Bakery & Restaurant. 

At First Glance: Technically the first glance I had of this place was the website, and I liked what I saw. They have some really great photos of some delicious-looking cupcakes, and I felt both excited and worried about the prospect of having such yummy desserts nearby.

See how yummy these look?

At Second Glance: The shop seemed pretty bare, which I tried to overlook considering that they are newly installed into their little corner of the 12th arrondissement. But as soon as I took a look at their cupcake shelf, my heart dropped and I knew that my initial reaction of disdain for the wannabe-American bakery was an accurate one. We actually called before coming, since it was August and so many shops close for summer holiday, and we wanted to make sure they were open. They told us that they were, in fact, open for business, but asked us to delay our visit by just a bit so they could put out more fresh cupcakes. We obliged, but when we got there, I’d say their selection was extremely limited, and looking far from fresh.

At first bite: I didn’t need to take a bite, actually, to know that these cupcakes wouldn’t measure up to the previous two shops I’ve visited. Each cake looked exactly the same (no differentiation in flavor), and the frosting looked like whipped cream mixed with flavoring and/or food coloring, topped with cheap candy. Nevertheless, the first bite confirmed–these were not what an American would consider a cupcake.

Overall: I can honestly say that we felt bad serving these cupcakes to our dinner guests that night. Fortunately they were up for the experiment, and didn’t hold it against us, but this isn’t a bakery that I plan to return to anytime soon. Obviously, my verdict for this one is DON’T GO to Dasiy Miller.

As a side note, I was particularly put-off by two other things: First–the name indicates that this bakery is aiming to resemble something American, either in look, feel, or food offering. Not only were the cupcakes not at all up to American cupcake standards, but the decor in the shop centered around imagery from… London. Second–the one American thing they did have on their menu that looked appealing was beer. I was especially excited to see Sam Adams Boston Lager on the menu (for obvious reasons), and we tried to order one… at which point we were notified that, uh, they were out (or do they even carry them??). But we could have Heineken! No thanks, Daisy Miller. And maybe you should revisit the American theme you have going on…

Image credit: http://www.daisymiller-cupcakes.com/

48.868711 2.417708

Things I Learned: in Kos

September 14, 2012 · by Nikki

Kos, Greece

A good indication you’re in a Greek seafood taverna

  1. When in doubt, hop on a plane to a Greek Island. You won’t be disappointed.
  2. Bee stings do hurt.
  3. I am not allergic to bees.
  4. Beach + sun beds + the ability to order food and drinks while sea side = paradise
  5. I already knew that I needed meds to be on a boat, but now I know how to recognize puking passengers and distribute meds accordingly.
  6. A sunburn-free holiday is the best holiday.
  7. A 3-island boat cruise on the Arch Angel Michael departing from the port in Kos Town is not a bad way to spend a day.
  8. Taking the Katerina for the above-mentioned boat tour probably would have been better, though.
  9. When in Kos, Shrimp or Prawn Saganaki is a must.
  10. Making friends with the guy in the Red Sox shirt may result in two free shots of Jager.
  11. Local live music is never a bad idea.
  12. Driving a four-wheeler is fun!! (I could very well be late to the game on this one)
  13. The Oromedon Restaurant in Zia is great for sunsets, not so great for vegetarians.
  14. I suck at pool (wait… maybe I already knew that).
  15. The island of Kos is a holiday hotspot for Brits.
  16. That means tons of bars have big screen TVs and are otherwise equipped for football (soccer) games.
  17. If you’re hungry on Kos, look for a Taverna.
  18. If you don’t find a Taverna, be prepared for less-than-mediocre meals from kitchens that offer everything from nachos to indian food… on the same menu.
  19. Donkeys really do make hee-haw noises. At all hours of the day or night.
  20. I like to wear the color yellow.
48.868711 2.417708

Some things to tide you over

September 5, 2012 · by Nikki

Paradise? Kos? What’s the difference?

I have just arrived from a fantastic holiday on the island of Kos in Greece! I am busy adjusting to being back in the real world, and until I have time to actually write some decent posts, here are links to a few things that should provide good reading material in the meantime.

The amazing Mama over at HJ Underway wrote a post echoing my thoughts about speaking a language other than the local one, and the American language debate. Check it out, here.

My latest article for MyFrenchLife, talking about tennis in Paris, was published while I was away. You can read it, here.

Benny the super Irish Polyglot found my blog post about my addiction to excuses, and he posted it on his site, with some of his commentary (and EXCELLENT feedback in the comments for those of you looking to learn another language). Check out his site, here, and the blog where my addiction post makes an appearance, here.

Until next time! 😉

48.868711 2.417708

Hi. My name is Nikki and I am an addict.

August 21, 2012 · by Nikki

Addiction is a very serious thing.

The Collins English Dictionary defines addiction as follows: the condition of being abnormally dependent on some habit.

I am publishing, for the first time ever, that I am an addict. I am taking the first step, with all of you as my witnesses, to end my addiction. I’m asking for the help of my friends, my family, and any other readers out there to join me in my well-overdue, virtual intervention.

I am addicted to excuses.

For the past 15 months, I have been living in France, and I don’t speak (much) French. And until now, I have been dependent on the habit of excuses, which have enabled me to continue my life in this way. Here are the tools I have been using to sell myself short:

  • I work in English
  • I don’t know enough grammar yet
  • I don’t know enough vocabulary
  • I don’t want to sound stupid
  • I’m afraid of making mistakes
  • I don’t want people to laugh at me when I speak
  • I can’t express myself fully

And on, and on.

This is the moment where I am airing my dirty laundry, admitting my fault, and holding myself accountable to all of you.

I have reblogged something from Sojourning Abroad that has served as my wake-up call. You can read it, here. The video in this post has highlighted for me that my excuses, not my lack of knowledge, are the reasons I do not speak French yet, and has given me the sense to understand my next steps. Thanks in advance to everyone for helping to end my addiction to excuses. It’s time to come clean and speak French!

If you can, take the time to watch the video posted by Sojourning Abroad in this post. Maybe you, too, can find the motivation to learn another language!

48.868711 2.417708

Previous Post

August 21, 2012 · by Nikki

A post that has inspired me like few others…

48.868711 2.417708

Why I Think You SHOULD Have to Press 1 for English

August 16, 2012 · by Nikki

About a year or so before moving to Paris, I was driving down the road and saw this gem of a bumper sticker:

“Patriotic” or pathetic?
image copyright: zazzle.com

I was offended even then, because I happen to think it’s a very close-minded view surrounding language (regardless of your views on immigration control, multi-language support should be a no-brainer). But a recent event has brought me back to my thoughts on this lovely little message.

Most of the time I’m able to get by in Paris without being reminded of the fact that I’m an outsider, but every so often it gets thrust into my face. This weekend, while talking with Frog prince as we readied ourselves for a game of tennis, I heard a gruff voice sharply say “Speak French!” I looked up to see the man on the court next to ours staring at me. He was startled by the fact that I stared back (in disbelief, on my part), and raised a hand to say, unconvincingly, “I’m just joking,” and continued on with his match.

His shocking outburst got me thinking: Of course I think it’s important to learn the local language when you relocate to a new country. So much so, that I would recommend requiring immigrants to take some form of structured language courses as a mandatory part of the immigration process. But if I am having a private conversation with someone, how dare you tell me that I should have that conversation in any other language than the one I choose?!W hen interacting on a business level (at shops, ordering food, at the post office, etc.), I make all efforts to go French or go home. But even if I were perfectly fluent in French, there’s a good chance I would still be speaking in English, at least most of the time, to my boyfriend, since that’s how our relationship got started.

At that moment, I suddenly remembered that gloriously inconsiderate bumper sticker I saw so long ago, and I asked myself: when people hear someone speaking a foreign language, do they assume that they can’t speak the local one? Has it occurred to people that someone speaking, Spanish, for example, might also speak English? Have we forgotten what it means to support each other? Is offering a telephone menu in more than one language really un-American? Because, last time I checked, it was the contrary…

A more comical approach to the dialing debate 🙂
copyright: memegenerator.net

Until you’ve lived the life of an immigrant making efforts to learn a new local language, you can’t truly know the struggles that such a process encompasses. Remember that just because someone is an immigrant or is speaking a language other than the local one, that they probably ARE making efforts to learn, and may already be pretty well-versed in this new language. This doesn’t eliminate the benefits of offering multiple languages on phone menus, and if you’re an English-speaker, it certainly doesn’t hinder your phone experience. So thanks, most US businesses, for offering those often English-speaking immigrants the option to do some important things over the phone in their native tongue. We are not as ignorant a country as we may seem…

48.868711 2.417708

France v USA: Competition of Olympic Proportions

August 2, 2012 · by Nikki

Competitive? Yes I am.

And I’m not afraid to admit that I’m generally a sore loser. Yeah, that’s right, I said it: I don’t like to lose. So what?

Now that the Olympics are on, I get to be vicariously competitive by watching sports that are rarely highlighted on (inter)national television. It’s great. And I get to watch everything right from the heart of the United States’ biggest rivals.

No, I’m not in China! Oh wait, they’re our biggest Olympic rivals? Well, not when you’re an American living in France. In my world, it’s “China Schmina.” Yes, I want us to win the medal race and watch my compatriots rise to Olympic glory, but what I really enjoy is when we beat the French.

Unfair advantage rooting for the US, you say? Try telling that to the US men’s 4X100 relay swim team, who were leading the race until two things happened: the amazing Yannick Agnel got into the pool for the final leg of the relay, and my dear friend Courtney (who, despite the following blunder, is cool, so check out her blog) said the dreaded words “there’s no way France is going to beat us now,” after which we were swiftly ousted from the gold medal position. Thank you both. 🙂

Okay, silver’s not all that bad. And they look pretty happy. But still! (Rob Schumacher-USA TODAY Sports)

My only consolation was that earlier in the day, the US men’s basketball team trampled France to win by a nearly 30-point margin.

Sorry TP
(image by Bob Donnan, USA TODAY Sports)

Maybe I’m just being a brat (it wouldn’t be at all out of character for me), but YOU try sitting in a room full of French people who cheer heartily against your homeland. You’d forget about China, too.

And no, this isn’t just nationalistic ignorance where I spew that the United States is the best country in the world, or some other silly nonsense. But just like the New England Patriots are my team, when it comes to the Olympics, the US is my team.

Okay and maaaaybe I admit that when the US isn’t competing, I might support France. Allez! 🙂

48.868711 2.417708
Page 4 of 13 « Previous 1 2 3 4 5 6 … 13 Next »
  • Like Perpetual Passenger on Facebook for realtime updates!

    Like Perpetual Passenger on Facebook for realtime updates!
  • Disclaimer

    Please note that all photos and text appearing in this blog, except for those that are attributed to others, are my intellectual property and may not be copied or reproduced without my permission.
  • Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.
  • Connect with us:
  • Twitter
  • RSS
Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use.
To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy
  • Follow Following
    • The Perpetual Passenger
    • Join 153 other followers
    • Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
    • The Perpetual Passenger
    • Customize
    • Follow Following
    • Sign up
    • Log in
    • Report this content
    • View site in Reader
    • Manage subscriptions
    • Collapse this bar
 

Loading Comments...