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		<title>First Friday March</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2026 05:09:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Photos by Paula Nicewanger/Weekly View Artist Justin Vining had his one-man show last First Friday, March 6 in his studio on East 10th St. His work included this oil entitled “Looking Down Penn”. The gallery was full of his latest &#8230; <a href="http://weeklyview.net/2026/03/12/first-friday-march/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://weeklyview.net/?attachment_id=43988" rel="attachment wp-att-43988"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-43988 colorbox-44026" alt="Justin" src="http://weeklyview.net/wp-content/uploads/2026/03/Justin.jpg" width="243" height="180" /></a>Photos by Paula Nicewanger/Weekly View<br />
Artist Justin Vining had his one-man show last First Friday, March 6 in his studio on East 10th St. His work included this oil entitled “Looking Down Penn”. The gallery was full of his latest scenes of downtown Indy, Purdue, and Brown County landscapes to name a few. His amazing art is available online at justinvining.com/shop<br />
<a href="http://weeklyview.net/?attachment_id=43990" rel="attachment wp-att-43990"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-43990 colorbox-44026" alt="Carpenter-artwork" src="http://weeklyview.net/wp-content/uploads/2026/03/Carpenter-artwork.jpg" width="238" height="158" /></a>Irvington Artist David P. Allee is on display at Carpenter Realty (5636 E. Washington St.) the month of March. The artwork is entitled “Hilili Dancer” (18”x24”) and below  is “Yoruba Ceremonial Mask” (12”x12”) Both pieces are on sale for $60 each. Stop by Carpenter to see all the artwork.</p>
<p><a href="http://weeklyview.net/?attachment_id=43987" rel="attachment wp-att-43987"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-43987 colorbox-44026" alt="Mask" src="http://weeklyview.net/wp-content/uploads/2026/03/Mask.jpg" width="216" height="216" /></a></p>
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		<title>Traveling with Paula: Day 6, Leaving and Highlights</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2025 06:09:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Continuation of my June in Paris story, celebrating my 75th birthday with my daughter and granddaughter. On our last day we slept in a little. My daughter and I did our usual breakfast buffet in the hotel basement. That last &#8230; <a href="http://weeklyview.net/2025/12/11/traveling-with-paula-day-6-leaving-and-highlights/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Continuation of my June in Paris story, celebrating my 75th birthday with my daughter and granddaughter.<br />
On our last day we slept in a little. My daughter and I did our usual breakfast buffet in the hotel basement. That last morning my daughter grabbed a baguette as we got into the elevator because that’s all her son (my grandson) asked for her to bring back from Paris. She said wasn’t that the plot of Les Miserables — stolen bread!<br />
We needed to check out of the hotel by 11 a.m. and our flight was mid-afternoon. Luckily my daughter checked the airlines and we were being delayed 4 hours, so we left our luggage with the clerk at the hotel. We decided to see if we could get into the Orsay Museum for a couple hours since my granddaughter hadn’t gone earlier in the week (too worn out from the Louvre). The Boulevard next to the Louvre was packed with a long line of runners (it was a challenge to cross). It was a special event — the Adidas 10km de Paris. We crossed the Louvre gardens to the other side of the Seine River and up the Boulevard a couple blocks. We didn’t have a time reserved so we waited in line a little while hoping to get in and then decided just to get some lunch at a little cafe next to the museum. It had outdoor seating. My granddaughter got the biggest meatballs on her pasta. There were only 2 other tables occupied and both with Americans from California. One was an exchange student and the other a college professor I think (we had a nice conversation).<br />
The flight back was so late in the day that I guess you’d call it a “red eye.” — good name for it because I couldn’t sleep. There were a couple of people who stood and talked to the people in front of us and it kept me awake, I should have taken a Tylenol PM.<br />
Here are a few things I either forgot earlier or didn’t have room for in previous articles.<br />
Our hotel was intimate and very luxurious. The rooms weren’t large but very comfortable. The bed was perfect — I woke up with no nagging backache. The mattress was just right and I even took a pic of the mattress label. The linens were wonderful too. There were even little chocolate bears on our pillows that first night.<br />
We didn’t realize until this last day as we were lining up the luggage near our door that the coffee cabinet actually had a small refrigerator inside at the bottom with a tiny knob — it looked like a solid wooden cabinet. We could have used it several times when we brought back leftovers. But we had no microwave. Buckets of ice are not readily available either. The French just use very little ice. My sister and grandson don’t like ice in their drinks either.<br />
The buffet in the basement level was outstanding. I ate well every morning. Scrambled eggs, salmon (lox), baguettes, croissants, banana bread, all kinds of fruit — raspberries, blueberries, dried apricots, strawberries, dates, nuts, cheeses, etc. The coffee was excellent too.<br />
I forgot to tell you the first morning we were in Paris I woke up early and didn’t want to wake the girls so I went behind the heavy room darkening drapes and sat on the floor in front of the huge double window and opened it to the bustling sounds of the morning pedestrians and delivery trucks. Directly across the street was a little flower shop and I watched as the proprietor filled the sidewalk out front with his fresh flowers. They started a renovation of the front of the shop that first day. A group of owners (I assume) stood out front discussing what was to be done. Next day a tarp on the sidewalk and a man on a ladder plastering and patching the surface of the shop. Each day more work continued — sanding the plaster, a coat of primer and then the final coat of paint.  It took all week and hoped it would be a color that would stand out, but it matched all the other store fronts.</p>
<div id="attachment_43402" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 253px"><a href="http://weeklyview.net/?attachment_id=43402" rel="attachment wp-att-43402"><img class="size-full wp-image-43402 colorbox-43412" alt="Church of Saint-Roch known as the “parish of artists” and was built in 1653-1740. " src="http://weeklyview.net/wp-content/uploads/2025/12/church-on-corner.jpg" width="243" height="183" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Church of Saint-Roch known as the “parish of artists” and was built in 1653-1740.</p></div>
<p>At the end of our hotel street we could see a very old church. One day we went inside to check it out. It is called Church of Saint-Roch known as the “parish of artists” and was built in 1653-1740. It is still full of beautiful artwork, but in need of restoration.<br />
Another thing I don’t think many of us realize is that we have so many French words in our English language. For example: allowance, bachelor, cinema, debris, hotel, irony, television, helicopter, parachute, harmonium, magnificent, novel,  rich, salad, soup, oxygen, hydrogen, optimism, carbon, utensil, photography, metro, cafe just to name a few.</p>
<p>Paris I knew would be a fantastic trip, but it was beyond my wildest dreams! Great accommodations, delicious food and incredible sights!</p>
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		<title>Travels with Paula: Day 5 and the Cinema Museum</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2025 06:09:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Continuation of my June in Paris story, celebrating my 75th birthday with my daughter and granddaughter. On our fifth day we slept in a little. My daughter and I did our usual breakfast buffet in the hotel basement. We left &#8230; <a href="http://weeklyview.net/2025/11/13/travels-with-paula-day-5-and-the-cinema-museum/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Continuation of my June in Paris story, celebrating my 75th birthday with my daughter and granddaughter.<br />
On our fifth day we slept in a little. My daughter and I did our usual breakfast buffet in the hotel basement.<br />
We left our last full day in Paris open to fit in whatever wish list items we still wanted to see. We took the Metro to the Catacombs Museum which was still closed due to a workers strike. My daughter had backup plans to  go to the La Cinémathèque Française (Cinema Museum) since she is a film buff, like her brother as was their Dad. I love film too, but they watch movies  almost daily and share time with each other enjoying them. When their Dad and  I were dating we went to as many as five films a week, so I guess I’m kinda of a film buff too. Their Dad could see just a short clip of a movie and tell you the name of it, when it was released, who the actors were, what actors were considered for the role and didn’t take it (even what awards they did or didn’t get). Since my granddaughter loves animation, is studying animation and plans to make it her career, this was a perfect choice. Plus, my daughter minored in Film Studies<br />
We took the Metro train since the station was across from the closed Catacombs museum. We had to take a bus too, but it was not too far.  The Cinema Museum is free with a Paris Pass, which we were still  able to use.<br />
The Cinémathèque contained actual theaters, a café, a gift shop, and museum exhibits. The main exhibition at the museum is dedicated to George Méliès, who was one of the very first filmmakers, known for the earliest special effects. He produced the first science fiction silent film called “Voyage to the Moon” in 1902 (which played at the exhibit).</p>
<div id="attachment_43175" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 310px"><a href="http://weeklyview.net/?attachment_id=43175" rel="attachment wp-att-43175"><img class="size-medium wp-image-43175 colorbox-43190" alt="Photos by Paula Nicewanger/Weekly view(Top) One of the exhibits of film props and poster in the Cinema museum (bottom) One of the displays of very early projectors used in film making." src="http://weeklyview.net/wp-content/uploads/2025/11/Museum-inside-300x226.jpg" width="300" height="226" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Photos by Paula Nicewanger/Weekly view<br />(Top) One of the exhibits of film props and poster in the Cinema museum (bottom) One of the displays of very early projectors used in film making.</p></div>
<p>The museum was very dark inside like a movie theater with just enough lighting to highlight the exhibits with explanation signs in French and English.<br />
The exhibit explored turn of the century magic and illusion technologies as the precursors to film, and displayed early equipment, props, storyboards, models, and films. There was a Magic Lantern invented by the astronomer Christiann Huygens in 1659 (in the Nertherlands), which is an optical instrument that makes it possible to project images (painted on glass plates) onto a screen in a darkened room, using the light of a candle or oil lamps. Kinda of the first slide projector.<br />
In the 1790s, elaborate magic lanterns were used for a new kind of light show, the “phantasmagoria.” A mobile lantern would slide on rails for producing more modern tracking shots that could expand or contract. This method was the ancestor of what is often used in today’s horror films. Méliès was a very skilled “lanternist” and the “phantasmagoria” was a major source of inspiration for his macabre, burlesque, high-flown style.<br />
There was a model of the studio that Méliès used to create his films, including the famous “Voyage to the Moon,” It was a greenhouse structure with glass walls and ceiling to let in as much light as possible during filming.<br />
On another floor of the museum was a temporary Wes Anderson exhibit, which totally made my granddaughter’s day, and made up for missing the catacombs. Wes Anderson films were not familiar to me, but I must have seen one because the model of the Grand Budapest Hotel seemed familiar. It was nominated for an Oscar in 2014, so I probably saw it then. My daughter and granddaughter know and love this filmmaker. This filmmaker’s style is so eccentric, he is his own genre.</p>
<div id="attachment_43179" class="wp-caption alignleft" style="width: 310px"><a href="http://weeklyview.net/?attachment_id=43179" rel="attachment wp-att-43179"><img class="size-medium wp-image-43179 colorbox-43190" alt="My grand-daughter loved seeing the actual Fantastic Mr. Fox figure from her favorite film." src="http://weeklyview.net/wp-content/uploads/2025/11/DK-and-Fantastic-Mr-Fox-300x226.jpg" width="300" height="226" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">My grand-daughter loved seeing the actual Fantastic Mr. Fox figure from her favorite film.</p></div>
<p>I was thrilled to see my granddaughter get so excited about seeing the actual figures from her favorite stop motion film, the “Fantastic Mr. Fox,” produced the year she was born (2009). When we returned home, I did watch that and his newest film, “The Phoenician Scheme” and enjoyed it very much. Often Bill Murray, Anjelica Huston, and Jeff Goldblum are in his films and I like them all.<br />
We took an Uber back to the hotel to rest and start packing for home. For dinner, my daughter and I walked a few blocks to a Japanese restaurant. The food was good and the place very nice. We had hot tea for dinner, so we stopped at a little pub around the corner from our hotel for my usual glass of cab and she had an exotic looking cocktail. A nice ending to another great day!</p>
<p>Next Time: Our last day in Paris and highlights</p>
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		<title>Traveling with Paula: Day 4 &#8211; The Arc de Triomphe &amp; Monet&#8217;s Garden</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2025 05:09:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Continuation of my June in Paris story, celebrating my 75th birthday with my daughter and granddaughter. On our fourth day we slept in a little. My daughter and I did our usual breakfast buffet in the hotel basement and brought &#8230; <a href="http://weeklyview.net/2025/10/16/traveling-with-paula-day-4-the-arc-de-triomphe-monets-garden/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Continuation of my June in Paris story, celebrating my 75th birthday with my daughter and granddaughter.<br />
On our fourth day we slept in a little. My daughter and I did our usual breakfast buffet in the hotel basement and brought my granddaughter a croissant.<br />
We had plans to go to the Arc de Triomphe and  took the Metro train before going on a tour to Giverny to see Monet’s home and gardens. We took the Metro (underground subway) to the Arc.  We couldn’t figure out how to get to the Arc itself, which was located in the center of a circle like our Monument Circle here in Indy, but with 4 lanes of fast moving traffic. My daughter’s map app took us to the wrong side of the circle to cross. We saw others dart thru the traffic, so we did the same, dodging angry drivers. Only to find out when we got to the monument there  is an underground tunnel on the opposite side. No signage that we could see or read, and we tried to translate. We took the elevator to the top and experienced great views of the Paris downtown and the Eiffel Tower, and even our hotel. There were displays about the meaning of the Monument. It was commissioned by Napoleon Bonaparte in 1806 to honor the French army after the Battle of Austerlitz. It’s construction lasted from 1806 to 1836, encompassing the French Revolution and Napoleonic Wars.<br />
When we left the monument we walked just a couple blocks to a little cafe where our Monet tour was to pick us up. We had an hour and a half until pickup, so we had a nice leisurely lunch at the Flame Café. The ceilings were covered with silk flowers and it was quite quaint. From my seat next to the window I had a great view of an extremely handsome Frenchman sitting with 2 other young men at a little table on the sidewalk outside our window. My daughter and granddaughter shared a pizza, I got french  onion soup (just couldn’t get enough of it) and my glass of red wine of course.<br />
The tour van showed up on the street outside the cafe exactly at 2 p.m. on time and eight of us boarded. We sat on the back row. Our tour guide was a very attractive young lady from the south of France. She had us all introduce ourselves and where we were from. One lady was in a wheelchair and she and her friend were from Tampa, FL and the other three were a family from Minnesota who were headed to Spain later in the week.<br />
Our tour guide drove us the hour to Giverny where Monet (1840-1926) lived, painted, raised his family (8 children) and died in 1926 (at the age of 86).  The town of Giverny is tiny with the narrowest streets I’ve ever seen &#8211; only 300 residents (and thousands of tourists every year). I don’t know how the van got around those tight corners. Our tour guide took us first to the church Monet attended and to his family plots behind the picturesque old church. She gave us some background history and had a book of photos. She drove us to the parking lot of the house and gardens and let us out saying meet you back here at 4:45 which was great, because keeping a group together is too difficult down the narrow paths in the garden. Some of the bus tour groups tried to stay together with their tour guy yelling through a megaphone which was annoying.<a href="http://weeklyview.net/?attachment_id=42933" rel="attachment wp-att-42933"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-42933 colorbox-42969" alt="bridge-Monet" src="http://weeklyview.net/wp-content/uploads/2025/10/bridge-Monet-300x204.jpg" width="300" height="204" /></a><br />
The garden was magnificent and lush with flowers packed together randomly on either side of the paths and around the ponds that wound through the garden. Monet had said “my garden is my most beautiful work of art”. The famous green wooden bridge was of course there and we got a nice man to take our photo together. We kept trying to identify the flowers &#8211; many we were familiar with and others no idea. Luckily my daughter has an app on her phone to identify the ones we weren’t sure of. After touring the garden we went through Monet’s house. It was charming and cozy. A farm house that you can imagine living in. It was packed with paintings on every wall but not Monet&#8217;s paintings, but of his contemporaries. What an incredible collection! We wound through narrow hallways and upstairs to the bedrooms. Many of the windows were open and I saw no flying bugs at all. The beds in the bedrooms seemed so small compared to all the queen &amp; king size beds we are use to today. The kitchen is a show stopper with its blue and white tiled walls, yellow furniture and copper pots &#8211; so inviting. We all gathered waiting afterwards and had homemade ice cream from a vendor in the a parking lot before leaving.<a href="http://weeklyview.net/?attachment_id=42930" rel="attachment wp-att-42930"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-42930 colorbox-42969" alt="Lilly-pads" src="http://weeklyview.net/wp-content/uploads/2025/10/Lilly-pads-300x225.jpg" width="300" height="225" /></a><br />
When we returned to Paris we took our usual nap in the hotel room. My daughter and I walked around the corner down the main street and found a little sidewalk cafe that served the best crepes. The owner was so nice to us he wrote with icing on our black plates — Paris with hearts and gave us free desserts.<br />
Next Time: The Cinema Museum</p>
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		<title>Travels with Paula &#8211; Day 3 Louvre and Orsay Museums</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last time I told you this past year on my seventy-fifth birthday, my daughter ask me what I wanted and I jokingly said a Trip to Paris &#8211; well guess what? &#8211; I got a Trip to Paris the first &#8230; <a href="http://weeklyview.net/2025/09/18/travels-with-paula-day-3-louvre-and-orsay-museums/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Last time I told you this past year on my seventy-fifth birthday, my daughter ask me what I wanted and I jokingly said a Trip to Paris &#8211; well guess what? &#8211; I got a Trip to Paris the first of June!<br />
On our third day we set the alarm and got up early. My daughter and I did the usual breakfast buffet in the hotel basement.<br />
We had a 10:00 a.m. time slot reserved for touring the Louvre. It was just around the corner from us but the grounds and garden are enormous so it was a brisk walk. When we got there lines were going in every direction and we soon caught on we needed to get in the line behind your time slot sign. My daughter went up to the gate to find out why the lines were not moving and learned that there would be an hour delay because of a strike. Very Parisian. We wandered back to outside seating at a coffee vendor and waited. My granddaughter whipped out her sketch pad and there was not another peep from her.<br />
When the lines started moving, we got back in the correct line, we think. The poor gate guards had to go down the rows and ask people if they were in the right time line. The lines went pretty fast. The entrance is a giant glass pyramid structure into an entry that is overwhelming with signs and stairs and hallways going every direction. We picked one (medieval &amp; religious) and started down the galleries. I read somewhere that if you stood in front of each piece of art for 30 seconds it would take you 100 days to see it all. So we tried to stay together, but the works were massive and some more interesting than others. We took tons of pics of course, which was permitted. It’s the biggest museum in the world, 782,910 sq. ft., so impossible to see in a day but we did our best!<br />
At 12:30 we saw a short line for a cafe with seating outside on the terrace, so we decided to have lunch. There was a hostess at front of the line who kept everything very orderly. We had a nice lunch sitting next to a family from Florence Kentucky (my mother-in-law’s 97-year-old younger sister lived there until she died last year).    <a href="http://weeklyview.net/?attachment_id=42699" rel="attachment wp-att-42699"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-42699 colorbox-42710" alt="Mona-Lisa" src="http://weeklyview.net/wp-content/uploads/2025/09/Mona-Lisa-200x300.jpg" width="200" height="300" /></a><br />
We continued to wander the huge galleries with 40 ft. ceiling covered  with incredible paintings from the past. Of course everyone wants to see the Mona Lisa, so early on we were in the right gallery and the crowd was huge. I’m short so I walked under elbows and got myself to the front and got a good photo &#8211; everyone was very courteous. My daughter said “here we are crowded up to see this small painting, when the rest of the gallery is full of huge magnificent oil paintings.”<br />
We wandered through the ancient Egyptian area with mummies and artifacts.<br />
There was a huge courtyard gallery full of statues with a glass ceiling overhead. <a href="http://weeklyview.net/?attachment_id=42698" rel="attachment wp-att-42698"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-42698 colorbox-42710" alt="Orsay-museum" src="http://weeklyview.net/wp-content/uploads/2025/09/Orsay-museum-300x222.jpg" width="300" height="222" /></a><br />
We went up and down so many stairways and finally gave out about 4 p.m.<br />
We walked back to our hotel and took a much needed nap. Later, my granddaughter was not leaving the room so my daughter and I decided to go to the Orsay Museum, because it was open until 9 p.m. that evening and we could walk there in 15 min. (on the other side of the Seine river). There was a light rain, so I’m sure that cut down on the crowd of people (we got right in). Architecturally, it was an incredible building that was first built in 1900 as a railway station, with an enormous clock on one end. It was full to the brim with the most famous artwork you can imagine — a Van Gogh self-portrait, Monet’s Lilly Pads, Degas’ ballerinas, Cezanne’s still lifes, and Whister’s Mother just to name a few.<br />
There was a special exhibit of Toulouse-Lautrec &amp; Mucha’s (my favorite) posters and other artists from the Art Nouveau era. I had had one of Mucha’s posters taped to my bedroom wall in the first apartment my husband and I lived in 54 years ago. I have two of the posters framed in my bathroom right now!<br />
We went back to our hotel to pick up my granddaughter and again walked around the corner to our favorite cafe and had delicious rigatoni, French onion soup, salad and cabernet by candlelight. Perfect ending to a perfect day.<br />
I found out from my smartphone that I had walked nearly 20,000 steps, but my feet were fine. I had a great pair of leather sneakers by Ecco that I bought second-hand (never worn) from Mission 27 Resale store for $3 (normally $99). I even found an Ecco shop during one of our jaunts, next to a Haagen-Dazs shop. The girls got ice cream and I went to the shoe shop to tell the clerk they were the best sneakers I’ve ever worn! I didn’t tell her how little I’d paid.<br />
Next Time: Arc de Triomphe &amp; Monet’s Garden</p>
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		<title>Traveling with Paula: Day 2, Palace of Versailles and Liberation of France Museum</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2025 05:09:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Paula Nicewanger</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last time I told you this past year on my seventy-fifth birthday, my daughter ask me what I wanted and I jokingly said a Trip to Paris &#8211; well guess what? &#8211; I got a Trip to Paris the first &#8230; <a href="http://weeklyview.net/2025/08/14/traveling-with-paula-day-2-palace-of-versailles-and-liberation-of-france-museum/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Last time I told you this past year on my seventy-fifth birthday, my daughter ask me what I wanted and I jokingly said a Trip to Paris &#8211; well guess what? &#8211; I got a Trip to Paris the first of June!<br />
On our 2nd full day we set the alarm and got up early. My daughter and I went down to the breakfast buffet in the hotel basement and left granddaughter to sleep in. When I got up to go to the bathroom at 1 a.m. she was coloring in her drawings from the day before and I insisted she go to bed. We brought her a baguette and chocolate pastry from the breakfast buffet.<br />
We had a trip to the Palace of Versailles planned. We only had to walk to the end of our little short street and cross the boulevard dodging the dozens of bicyclists. You’re more likely to be run over by a bicycle than a bus in Paris. The entry to the Metro (underground subway) was just down the block on the other side of the street. Using a machine on the wall to get a ticket was quite a challenge and took my daughter 7 tries to finally get them. If it had been up to me, I would still be there struggling. We had to get 2 metros and a bus to get to Versailles (about 11 miles away).<br />
Versailles was originally a hunting lodge build into a palace in the 1660s and was the residence of King Louis XIV. This “over the top” opulent palace was the residence of kings for over 100 years before being turned into a museum in 1837. The treaty that ended WWI was signed there in the “Hall of Mirrors.”<br />
The lines were long to get in and a light mist was falling. We got in relatively fast for as many people as there were.<br />
The palace is massive (thousands of rooms) with room after room of galleries with mural painted ceilings and walls with huge oil paintings by the masters of the time. Some were living quarters &#8211; bedrooms or sitting rooms with gorgeous furnishings. We all got headphones that you could punch in the room number you were in and get all the recorded details for that room. It was overwhelming, but filled your senses with what these royal’s life must have been like. There were magnificent fireplaces and stairways and the architecture was unbelievable. You could peek out many of the windows and see the manicured gardens with their elaborate paths, fountains and statuary. Versailles sits on 2,000 acres and is the largest royal domain in the world.<br />
We were getting hungry and saw a restaurant doorway with a long line and a 45 min. wait (they had a snack bar that had a wait too). I needed to go to the restroom while my daughter and granddaughter got in line. I followed the host’s instructions and wandered down halls around corners and saw the snack bar with a very short line and passed rooms with available seating for the snack bar. After using the facilities, I went back to the long line up front and told the girls to follow me and say nothing. It was so busy with servers carrying large trays and not enough staff to keep the line flowing to the snack counter. The girls got in line and I told them &#8211; get me something and I’ll find us a table in one of the dining rooms, which was not a problem. I had a chicken salad sandwich that was delicious. I even had a little bottle of cabernet. They drink wine in France like we drink a bottle of water. We had a pretty little dessert too.<br />
We were going to walk the gardens, but it was raining and we could see some of it through the windows and a good size section was being renovated, so decided to go back to our hotel. We got an Uber easily &#8211; my daughter and her apps!<br />
We took a quick nap and recharged our phones.<br />
We decided to go to the Catacombs which is an underground  ossuary (place to store the dead) that holds 6 million Parisian remains stacked. It was on my granddaughter’s must-see list. We got an Uber since is was getting late in the day (rush hour) and the Metro would be packed. But the traffic was so bad it took forever and the narrow streets were jammed. The Catacombs had a posted sign on the door that they were closed due to a strike by the workers. This was a “place of nightmares” to me, so I was OK with the closure.<br />
We went across the street to The Museum of the Liberation of Paris, which was very interesting and learned things I was never exposed to in history classes or ever realized happened. Paris was liberated after 4 years of Nazi occupation. It was very emotional and sad to realize how many French people were killed. This historical museum covers Paris during World War II and the Liberation in August 1944.<a href="http://weeklyview.net/?attachment_id=42387" rel="attachment wp-att-42387"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-42387 colorbox-42400" alt="feathers" src="http://weeklyview.net/wp-content/uploads/2025/08/feathers-300x272.jpg" width="300" height="272" /></a><br />
As we left the museum we saw a restaurant on the opposite corner call the “Indiana” and stopped in to see why they named it that. I talked to one of the employees and he said it was because the owner had worked at a job that sent him to Indiana so he decided to name his restaurants “Indiana” (all  10 of them). Well it had the tackiest decor you can imagine. Light fixtures with faces surrounded with red feathers and large pieces of wall art with photos of dozens of Indian chiefs (like Geronimo, etc). We decided to sit down and have a drink and appetizer and see if they knew what Indiana food was like. My daughter said if they don’t have ranch dressing, they don’t know what they are doing. Well yes they served ranch dressing with their deep fried Mac ‘n Cheese balls. It wasn’t bad so they did know what Hoosier food we eat. I meant to look and see if they had giant tenderloins, but forgot.<br />
We were going to take the Metro (entrance right in front of the  Indiana) but it was too hard to figure out so my daughter called an Uber. The traffic was even worse and the streets so narrow. I saw a lady in high heels on her bike pass us with inches to spare.<br />
Back at the hotel my daughter and I decided to make a cocktail in the little bar lounge over the lobby. They had nearly everything and we  just had to list what you used on a clipboard.<br />
We went shopping for souvenirs around the corner and the ladies who ran it were so nice. We bought so much they gave us free bonus gifts. Things were reasonable so we had fun.<br />
Next door was the little Carousel Cafe we loved so much and my daughter had shrimp and I had sweet potato hummus. For dessert we had Creme Brulee—everything was yummy!<br />
Next time the Louvre!</p>
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		<title>Traveling with Paula to Paris: Day One</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2025 05:09:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Paula Nicewanger</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This past year on my seventy-fifth birthday, my daughter ask me what I wanted and I jokingly said a Trip to Paris &#8211; well guess what? &#8211; I got a Trip to Paris the first of June! My daughter wanted &#8230; <a href="http://weeklyview.net/2025/07/10/traveling-with-paula-to-paris-day-one/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This past year on my seventy-fifth birthday, my daughter ask me what I wanted and I jokingly said a Trip to Paris &#8211; well guess what? &#8211; I got a Trip to Paris the first of June!<br />
My daughter wanted her daughter (my only granddaughter) who is quite the artist to see Paris while she is in high school.<br />
My daughter is great at making travel plans — she could be a travel agent. She started back in December with a print out of all the sites we might want to see and a scoring system to rate what we just had to see and what was not that important. Of course we all wanted to see the most popular — Eiffel Tower, Louvre, Arc De Triumph and Notre Dame (which we did). So I will tell you about and have photos of this incredible trip in the coming months, when I have room (at least once a month).<br />
Traveling overseas is not easy when the long leg of your trip is 7 hours. And when you travel to Europe you are flying into tomorrow and when you come back you are going back to yesterday. You have to have your passport and Star Drivers Licence or ID. The lines are long and with the roping of the walk up lanes you meet yourself coming back. The only good thing about being 75 is I didn’t have to take my shoes off. (What did they think, I would hold up the line trying to get them back on?) Our first leg of the flight was to Philadelphia which didn’t take long and then we had a couple of hours to kill, so we had lunch.<br />
The American flight to France was a huge plane with 2 aisles. Luckily my daughter can reach to put in our overhead bags. Each seat had a TV screen on the back of the seat in front of you (very convenient). Rather soon they served us dinner with either a chicken &amp; rice meal or a pasta meal with roll and cookie. They even served red wine (we are going to France) so of course I had a glass &#8211; thought it might help me sleep. Well it didn’t and we all were given little pillows and a blanket and they dimmed the lights. I ended up watching 3 movies. The three of us watched Ratatouille first, since he’s a french mouse. I just kept trying to sleep, but the seats don’t recline as much as they use to &#8211; it’s those TV screens on the back of the seat I’m guessing. A couple hours before landing they gave us another meal &#8211; I can’t remember what, but not good.<br />
We found a taxi driver right away who loaded all our luggage and drove us the 35 min. to the hotel &#8211; I don’t recommend &#8211; too expensive (we used Uber if necessary the rest of the trip).<br />
Our hotel The Prady was in the middle of a block down the usual narrow side streets very close to the Louvre. Most of the buildings in Paris are 6 stories high, limestone exteriors with shuttered windows that have iron decorated panels or balconies. For many years, the city enforced strict height restrictions. During the reign of Napoleon III (1850s) architect Haussman redesigned the city. If you’re a history/architecture buff read up on it.<br />
Our suite in the hotel was very comfortable, but small with a living room (pull out sofa for my granddaughter and bedroom with king-size bed for my daughter and I). Very comfortable mattress — I slept great. The windows had no screens and you could leave them open and only the echoing street noise could be heard and no flies.<br />
When we got checked into our room we all took a much needed nap. We got up before dark and walked over to the Tuileries Gardens (royal garden 500 years old) in front of the Louvre which is massive with little outdoor cafes and we stopped for a drink. My granddaughter got out her sketch pad every chance she got and drew her surroundings. We all had sketch pads and mine turned into a journal for this trip.<br />
We found a French cafe around the corner from our hotel and had a wonderful dinner at the tiny sidewalk tables. We shared a lot of meals since none of us are big eaters.<br />
Next morning we had breakfast in the basement of the hotel which had a stone rounded ceiling and had a full buffet. It included scrambled eggs, sausage &amp; bacon, potato cakes, salmon, cheeses, lots of fresh fruit, and baked goods of all kinds &#8211; croissants, chocolate filled pastry, nut bread and baguettes. I filled my plate full every morning.<br />
We had a scheduled boat trip down the Seine to get the lay of the land. It was on the other side of the Louvre &#8211; an easy walk. The Seine is not wide so you can see everything and the bridges had such unique carvings. Great way to see the city.   We stopped at the Eiffel Tower to see what time would be good to schedule a trip to the top. It’s magnificient &#8211; the structure is very ornate made of wrought-iron lattice. A duck and her 4 little ducklings crossed right thru the open area under the tower like this was their home.<br />
When my daughter checked at the ticket window we were able to go right on up to the top. The elevator seemed small, but they packed 22 of us in shoulder to shoulder. It has windows so the view was incredible. On our way down later, a large American man made the comment that 22 Americans wouldn’t fit on these elevators and I thought 10 of you wouldn’t fit.<br />
At the top you are let out onto a glassed in viewing floor with breathtaking views and then there is a stairway up to the open (but fenced in surround) where you can feel the breeze. Wow­— my granddaughter was so thrilled (it’s her favorite part of Paris). If you have vertigo it might not be your cup of tea. It’s 81 stories (tallest structure in Paris) compared to our Empire State Building which is 103.<br />
On the way down we stopped at the glassed in area which is 30 stories up with souvenir shops and a little cafe with sandwiches, desserts and wine. It wasn’t busy so we got great seats overlooking the city.<br />
We got back on our bus boat and traveled down to Notre Dame that was open later and less crowds that time of day. There was a line, but not long. What can I say &#8211; it’s breathtaking! They restored everything — it’s so bright and beautiful. We wandered around taking in every gorgeous painting and remarkable stained glass window. It can bring tears to your eyes. There was a service going on and the voice of the priest echoed through the massive cathedral.<a href="http://weeklyview.net/?attachment_id=42113" rel="attachment wp-att-42113"><img class="alignright size-medium wp-image-42113 colorbox-42149" alt="Dinner-French-onion" src="http://weeklyview.net/wp-content/uploads/2025/07/Dinner-French-onion-300x225.jpg" width="300" height="225" /></a><br />
We went back on the bus boat to our hotel to recharge our phones and take a quick nap. We ventured round another corner and found the cutest Cafe Carrousel with the red Toile fabric chairs. The rigatoni and french onion soup were delicious!<br />
That evening back in our hotel my granddaughter complained her cheeks hurt and thought something was wrong, but my daughter said “you haven’t smiled this much in a long time!”</p>
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		<title>Pysanky Easter Eggs</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2025 05:09:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Paula Nicewanger</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The egg is a symbol of rebirth. With the addition of complex Ukrainian folk designs, the Easter egg becomes a true object of beauty. The art form is called Pysanka, from the verb pysaty, “to write,” as the designs are &#8230; <a href="http://weeklyview.net/2025/04/10/pysanky-easter-eggs/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The egg is a symbol of rebirth. With the addition of complex Ukrainian folk designs, the Easter egg becomes a true object of beauty. The art form is called Pysanka, from the verb pysaty, “to write,” as the designs are not painted on, but written with beeswax and dyes.<br />
When I worked at Lee Wards Craft Store over 40 years ago as a Craft Arts teacher, I got to make Pysanky eggs (pictured here) one Easter. I don’t remember all the details in the process, but it was kinda like batik, but instead of fabric you use a blown out egg shell or on a raw egg. It involves some specialized tools and materials including a kistka (stylist) to hold the beeswax you melt over a candle and use to draw your pattern design on the egg (use a pencil to draw on your egg first). Then it goes into a colored dye wash.  By repeating these steps in different colors you build up your finished egg. And then the wax is removed by holding it near the candle and wiping off melted wax with a clean paper towel. Oil-based polyurethane can be used to coat the eggs for protection.<br />
There are patterns available online as well or you can make up your own design. The ones I’m picturing were more traditional folk art from the Ukraine.<br />
This process is rather intricate, but if you like detailed crafts you will like it. Just google pysanky and you will find all kinds of materials to buy and step by step instructions. They are beautiful and last for years. Keep them out of direct sunlight or the dyes might fade some.</p>
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		<title>It’s in my jeans</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Feb 2025 06:09:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Paula Nicewanger</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[You know, nowadays we all take wearing jeans for granted. You have your cute tight ones that make you look hip and then the ragged ones you only wear to work in the garden. You have your fat jeans and &#8230; <a href="http://weeklyview.net/2025/02/06/its-in-my-jeans/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You know, nowadays we all take wearing jeans for granted. You have your cute tight ones that make you look hip and then the ragged ones you only wear to work in the garden. You have your fat jeans and your skinny jeans and the ones you hope someday you can get back into.  I remember my first pair of jeans that I could actually wear to school — college that is. Yes, back in my day, girls had to wear dresses or skirts to school, even if you had to walk a mile in the snow. Uphill both ways — it didn’t matter. I wore a lot of knee socks to keep my legs warm. I always walked to school, because school was in your neighborhood back then and you were there with all your neighborhood friends. No buses for us.<br />
When I went to Herron Art School in 1967, I wore my first jeans to school (they were really light blue — more like a duck cloth material — not the true blue jean material of today). I felt so grown up and quite the rebel to be able to wear them to school. Mine never had any holes or worn spots like we like today and I probably even ironed them — I can’t remember, but back then you had to iron everything. Permanent press just wasn’t out yet.<br />
There were other students at Herron who didn’t wash their jeans at all and took pride in just how much oil paint and acrylics they could get on them. Oh, and the bell bottom jeans were always so long on me that if I didn’t hem them to keep from tripping, I’d lose most of the bell part. You just didn’t find petite sizes back then.<br />
I can remember the fall of 1970, when I was doing my student teaching at Manual High School and the girls protested and walked out of school for not being able to wear pants. I watched them from the second story art class window and felt proud that they were standing up for their rights. It was ridiculous to think that pants weren’t allowed. The girls won the protest and that’s when schools allowed girls to wear pants, but only dress pants.<br />
One great thing about jeans is that they go with everything — you can dress them up with a frilly blouse or dress them down with a T-shirt. They are so versatile, but not as comfortable as my sweats, which we all know are the most comfortable pant ever made, but that’s a whole article by itself. (I just saw this morning on Good Morning America they have come up with a new sweat pant that looks just like jeans &#8211; best of both worlds)<br />
With the low hip hugger jeans now so fashionable there are a few woman who should not be wearing them — it’s not a pretty sight to see the gap between short top and flappy waistline.<br />
With our new newspaper and our “comfort” dress code at the office, I have more jeans now than I’ve ever had in my life. I still don’t wear jeans all that often to special gatherings like weddings, showers and graduations. When you see a woman my age not wearing jeans and kinda of dressed up don’t hold it against us, we didn’t grow up wearing them everywhere like you do. I did stop at a funeral home this past year wearing jeans and felt terrible, but I didn’t have time to change. No one cares now, we are a casual society. I do miss dressing up sometimes, but I hate panty hose (this was written over 15 years ago and I don’t even own a pair of panty hose now) so you won’t see me often in a dress. I do wear dresses to church — just can’t do pants in front of God!</p>
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		<title>Hello, can you hear me now?</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Oct 2024 05:09:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Paula Nicewanger</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[First published June 23, 2010 Remember the phone number prefix Melrose or Fleetwood? If you do, then you were probably born before 1960. I remember our number was Melrose (ML) 22962. We had the big old heavy black rotary phone. &#8230; <a href="http://weeklyview.net/2024/10/10/hello-can-you-hear-me-now/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>First published June 23, 2010</p>
<p>Remember the phone number prefix Melrose or Fleetwood? If you do, then you were probably born before 1960. I remember our number was Melrose (ML) 22962. We had the big old heavy black rotary phone. That phone was heavy enough to be used as a weapon if anyone broke in. The clicking sound as you dialed was very soothing. The receiver was nice and big and easy to hold and you knew right where to talk into it. We had a party line like most people in the 50s, and you knew your ring: 2 shorts and a long or 3 shorts. You could eavesdrop on someone’s line if they didn’t hear you pick up, but I never did that! I miss those old phones &#8230; and we only had one in the house and it was attached with a cord so you couldn’t carry it around. They even made little phone tables for them — very stylish.<br />
I remember when the push button phones came about and it was kinda cool with the assorted colored phones. You could get a “princess phone” which even came in pink! There were phones that hung on the wall and had the push buttons in the handle which was very modern at the time.<br />
Then of course cordless came along and  — wow! — you could carry it everywhere. We have one that I think is about 25 years old and we just retired it to the upstairs hall. Still works, but won’t stay charged.<br />
And now we all have cell phones — I still have a couple of friends who refuse to get one just on the principle of the thing. Who needs to be found every moment of every day? I, of course, need my cell phone and now that I’ve had one over 5 years, I wouldn’t go without one, but they are annoying. I can barely see the numbers to dial and it has all kinds of functions and icons on the screen that I have no idea what they mean and I have no intention of learning. As long as I can get my messages and make calls to the family, I’m content with what little I know. My brain can’t hold another set of instructions. If these phones get any smaller we won’t be able to find them at all.<br />
Do you realize that so many people don’t have land lines now, and there is no directory to find them?<br />
And where did phone booths go? Superman would be hard-pressed to find one now. Even the few pay phones left in the world rarely work — and how much is a call now?<br />
And please don’t get me started on texting  — I don’t want to learn and I don’t want to do it. My son only texts people — I don’t think he ever actually talks to his friends.<br />
Update 2024: I now have an iPhone like most everyone (it’s old at 7) but it still works and I’ve never cracked it’s screen, lost it or dropped it in the toilet (knock on wood!). Mostly because I seldom carry it on my person — my daughter had to buy clothes with big pockets so she is never without hers. I only use it to call or text people and it takes darn good pictures. It’s a shame I seldom use my good 35mm camera because of that.<br />
I still don’t know what all those icons mean on it and I really don’t want to learn. I’m on Facebook, but seldom post and just want to see photos of what my grandkids are up to this week and what my country cousin Barbara cooked for dinner (I love fried okra).<br />
My weekly usage report says I average 30 minutes a day usually. When I go into a doctor’s office and see everyone, but everyone, on their phones, I wonder what is so fascinating. I’d rather talk to a person sitting near me or check out a magazine.<br />
It makes me crazy when I see couples out having dinner and both are on their phones — I bet they’re texting each other.<br />
My biggest pet peeve is people texting while driving or sitting at a stop light and not looking up until the light has turned red and you’re afraid to honk or they might shoot you! Also  pedestrians walking down the street or crossing the street looking at their phones — no wonder so many pedestrians hit by cars.<br />
I’m afraid our young people are going to never learn how to have a really good conversation with their fellow man.<br />
Unfortunately, I usually only just get short grunt responses from my teenage granddaughter, but my 10 year old grandson talks my ear off (no cell phone yet).  I miss the great conversations I had with my granddaughter when she was 3 or 4 and we were sitting in her tent in the playroom— she told me she wanted to be an astronaut and go to Mars or a crop duster (her Dad had a single-engine plane).<br />
Now the big controversy is cell phones used by students in the classroom. The parents want to be able to contact the child if pick up has changed or in emergencies. My suggestion is to hang shoe holders on the back wall of the classroom with enough shoe slots to hold their phone (names on the slots). At breaktime or recess they can check their phones — otherwise no phones at their desks. If the class is large it’s gonna be a congested mess at the shoe holders, but most classrooms nowadays don’t have huge amounts of students — unlike when I was teaching in the 70s and averaged 35 to 40 kids per classroom. Another problem is cyberbullying and it’s a shame that kids can text horrible things to each other that they could never say out loud.<br />
Anyway, even though cell phones keep us in touch with our loved ones and friends, we need to stop and look around and appreciate our surroundings — hear the birds chirp or the old saying stop and smell the roses!</p>
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