Exactly one month after we met Thom and I returned among the Anglo-Saxons. Actually we were not so much with the English as with the Chinese. We stayed with my cousin Lulu in her new flat and met up with my college pal Jen, on vacation from Cambridge. After being an undifferentiated member of the Chinese-Japanese-Korean-Vietnamese population in the French alps, I was surprised to see not only perfectly assimilated Asians in London but old Asians--grandmas who spoke, I was sure, English more posh than mine.
Here we are at Lulu's favorite dimsum place in Chinatown (Lulu left, Jen right). As Thom would say, c'était la classe.
This was Thom's whole reason for wanting to come to London: the five-story slide in the Tate Modern.
Browsing old book shops with the boy from the moon.
I am totally jealous that you got to go on the Tate slide. I went to London in May to visit a blockmate and heard all about it. But when I went to the tate, turbine hall was empty.
What can I say Lily, your trip, from the bit of it I understand in a few moments, sounds incredible. In my heart of hearts I wish I had done the same, but I will make do with living vicariously through your, your cheeses, and your cycling. (If only I were better at following blogs regularly! For all the effort you et al put into keeping lines of communication open, I am completely unappreciative with my short electronic attention span.)
Hope all is very much well. I'm moving to SF (well, Palo Alto) this August; do send me a note if you're in the area.
Some of you know a bit already what this is about. Quite a few of you who are very dear to me probably don't in the least, and that's because I've been very silly--with my ideas of not writing unpersonalized emails, not keeping a blog, etc. For all these ideas I am not a better correspondent but really quite worse, because I end up writing not at all. I think of you, and I tell you all sorts of things in my head, but in reality we are hardly in touch, you and I, and when I am lucky enough to see you again I can't believe how much I have left to tell.
So I am going to try to keep this blog. It has taken me a while to wrap my mind around this idea because it seemed weird to me to tell a story while it was happening. But I would like to try now, nearly three months after I left the States. At the very least, if I still don't know what to say, I'll just put up some nice pictures.
This is what I'm doing. I did finish college as projected this past June. Now I am spending just under a year in France thanks to an ingenious fellowship from my incredible university. (It's true that one has infinitely greater feelings for one's alma mater once one has left it.) The fellowship funds my project, which involves riding my bike, chasing after mountains, making friends, and getting to know the French. So far I'm pretty much on track.
Exactly one month after we met Thom and I returned among the Anglo-Saxons. Actually we were not so much with the English as with the Chinese. We stayed with my cousin Lulu in her new flat and met up with my college pal Jen, on vacation from Cambridge. After being an undifferentiated member of the Chinese-Japanese-Korean-Vietnamese population in the French alps, I was surprised to see not only perfectly assimilated Asians in London but old Asians--grandmas who spoke, I was sure, English more posh than mine.
Here we are at Lulu's favorite dimsum place in Chinatown (Lulu left, Jen right). As Thom would say, c'était la classe.
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I am totally jealous that you got to go on the Tate slide. I went to London in May to visit a blockmate and heard all about it. But when I went to the tate, turbine hall was empty.
What can I say Lily, your trip, from the bit of it I understand in a few moments, sounds incredible. In my heart of hearts I wish I had done the same, but I will make do with living vicariously through your, your cheeses, and your cycling. (If only I were better at following blogs regularly! For all the effort you et al put into keeping lines of communication open, I am completely unappreciative with my short electronic attention span.)
Hope all is very much well. I'm moving to SF (well, Palo Alto) this August; do send me a note if you're in the area.
Patricia
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