Tour Through My City (part 3)

I wouldn't have expected making it to a third post on the same subject, but here I am.These are some of the more personal things, in the sense that I actually spent a decent amount of time in these places.

Here is our city's Monoprix, which is a French store found (so far as I know) only in cities. That is to say that they're never really all that large but they serve as one of the main and only chains of grocery stores to be found directly in bigger cities. Our city was not big, but it was definitely nice to have a store like this in the center. Having said that, let me mention one important fact. Monoprix is EXPENSIVE. I paid around 30 dollars for the cheapest towel they had, and it was tiny. I still go there sometimes to pick up one or two things that I need at the last minute, but it was not an economically sound place to buy the majority of my groceries.

 

Just next to the Monoprix is my bank. I guess I shouldn't blame my bank for the fact that I'm always broke, but to be honest I'm a little salty towards this institution. When I had to overdraft my account in December to pay for taxis getting to the airport for my flight back to the US, this bank (BNP Paribas) was a complete dick. Getting back to my room, I had three or four pieces of mail from them threatening to make it so that I could never open another account in France for as long as I lived if I ever overdrafted again. I'm tempted to call their bluff, but I think I'll err on the side of caution and just get money out of my American account when necessary (as I just did about an hour ago).

 

Here is my bakery. There are so many things I could say about this place, but let me just start with; don't ever think that your baker is hot. Once you do, you'll be walking through the city and thinking to yourself, "Hey, why don't I go get a baguette even though we already have one at home? Then I can see the hot baker." This is a trap. THIS WILL MAKE YOU GAIN A LOT OF WEIGHT. I can't even imagine how many crumbles, sandwiches, croissants, and pain chocolat aux amandes I bought here. Not to mention ATE. This is, hands-down, the place that I love-hated more than any other (let's be serious here. Mostly loved).

You want a dollar store in France? Too bad (tant pis). The best you can get is "C'est deux euros..." or as it translates into English: "It's two euros..." As you could probably guess, the name implies the concept; everything in the store costs two euros. One of my favorite places to go right after payday to buy something completely unnecessary and AWESOME.

Coming up is a look at some of the cafes I went to the most often. All of them were distinctly different from one another, and it was nice to get a mixture of the three (as well as some other randoms).

This cafe was pretty classy, and had mostly older clientele. I usually went here with Lusia to discuss future grad school plans, why my life was falling apart, how things were going with teaching, etc.

Bar L'Endroit (Bar the Place, if you translate literally) was my bar. It was here that I filled out my graduate school application forms, where I downloaded music and TV episodes when the University was closed or I wanted coffee while doing it, and where I heard some of the new music playing in France (which is to say American music that I hadn't heard yet). The bar owners were really nice, although sometimes the other people in the bar made it a bit obnoxious.

 

This was definitely the trendy cafe, where everyone was young and the coffees came in a billion different varieties. It had offerings much more similar to an American cafe, in comparison with the other spots. I came here with Marlene a few times, and always got one of the girly coffee drinks, even though I normally take my coffee super strong with some sugar and cream. I just couldn't resist the temptation of having something similar to a mocha, oh god I love mochas so much... but I digress.

Dear Tourism Office,

 I will forever be in your debt for the list you gave me of the free wifi spots in the city.

Love,
Jared

Speaking of looking for free internet, here is the park where I spent several desperate hours moving from one bench to the next hoping, in vain, that through some miraculous stroke of good luck I would stumble upon free internet. It's also a nice place to go eat one of the delicious crumbles I get on a pretty much weekly basis from my bakery...


There you have it. That's my city. Not the coolest place in the world, but it works.

Tour Through My City (part 2)

On to part 2 of the tour.

I pass this every day on the way to the city, and I'm still not entirely sure what it is. It's connected somehow to the chateau, and I think it's a palais de something, but the details are still fuzzy. I do know that I was convinced I needed to be here for a meeting my first week in France, so I nonchalantly walked through the gates, and got stopped immediately by a guard. That was one of the more difficult but humorous conversations I've had here, trying to explain why I just waltzed into a heavily guarded government property.

This is one of the offices that takes care of my paperwork and such; and it is another place where I can't help but hate everyone involved. French bureaucracy is known for being over-the-top, and I can attest to the fact that you have to fill out 4765 kazillion papers just to get reimbursed for a bus pass, and even then, you never will. 125 euros well spent, I guess? 

This is just before getting into the city, if you're walking from my house. Go left and pass the chateau, go right and pass the "carre curial." I headed to the right.

This is where the assistants ate dinner for Christmas, and hopefully where Jennifer and my roommate and I will be eating some time before the first one of us leaves. I didn't really eat out hardly at all, aside from the occasional kebab (god will I miss kebabs), but dinner in restaurants here is always an experience to remember. Imagine the best food you've ever had, double the amount, and multiply the pleasure by at least 12. That's a typical dinner at a French resto.

Here's the outside of the Carre Curial. This is where people typically go to bars and "clubs" in our city. I'm not a huge fan, but if my friends are all going then I do too. As a funny side note, I have stood guard twice while people peed in public here; once in the parking lot, and once in one of the little alleys.

This devil ATM let me withdraw far too much money while drunk. Shame on you, Banque Postale.

The center of Carre Curial. Carre means square, BTW.

Hated this place, but it was inexplicably popular. I'll never get it.

The club where the students (and, by extension, me) usually went. I wasn't allowed to enter at least four times, always for a very interesting reason. Some of these include: not old enough, not with a girl, and not dressed well enough. Touche, bouncer. Touche.

The bar where I spent most of my time, if I was going out in the city. An Irish bar where I'm pretty sure nobody involved was Irish. A great place to watch rugby or soccer games, but it could get intense.

This building was across from the Carre and it hosted a lot of events for the city. I went there to see the "Tour du Monde" where people introduced the country they were from, gave some information on the culture, and had a sampling of some traditional food.

These are pictures of the city's theater, the name of which you can find in the last photo here.

 A carousel and the statue of the elephants in the background.

 The Savoisien museum. I don't actually know if that's an English word, but whatever.

The statue of the elephants, Chambery's claim to fame. It's also a fountain, although I don't think any of the pictures really show the water coming out of the elephants' trunks.

Tour Through My City (part 1)

Because it's been a month since my last post and I'm on vacation AND I will be leaving fairly soon (two months left), I'm going to take you on a tour through my city. Some of my favorite spots, a few fond or funny memories, and our "landmark" buildings. The picture above is Cognin, the suburb of Chambery where I actually live. My house is just about 5 minutes from where I took this picture, maybe less.

Here are my house and my garden, respectively. Bear in mind that these were taken the day I moved in, in late January, and that the garden is actually beautiful and green and flowery now. We also have a couple tables so that we can eat in the garden when it's sunny; those pictures will be on my Facebook or Photobucket later.

Salon d'amis (living room / where friends can stay on the futon, which you can't see), bathroom, and kitchen. It's bigger than it looks from the pictures, but I didn't want to post eight million pictures.

Here's "la Mairie" of Cognin. It's where you go for administrative issues, I guess? Kind of like a county courthouse, if I understand correctly. In any case, it's a really pretty spot to sit down and chill for a bit.

These two pictures are the church in Cognin. In terms of French churches it's nothing special, but I find it impressive for some reason.

This is a view from "le Vieux Pont," the old bridge, near Cognin. It's another spot that is hidden from the city of Chambery but that I'm glad I get to see so often.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is where I lived before I moved into my house. The picture isn't great, but as you can see the building is under construction. When I walked into this "foyer," thinking that it would be a dorm much like those at OU, imagine how shocked I was to find myself in a shit building with no ceiling tiles, an internet connection that consisted of one broadband cord hanging from the ceiling that worked about 1/8 of the time, and most other residents being the exact opposite of students. Had Jennifer not found me a way out of there I would have already been back in the States for a couple months at this point, I'd imagine.

Brace yourselves for the next picture, Americans.

Yeah, they have ALDI's in France. And it was like ten feet from where I lived, and quite often the only place I could get to without taking several buses, so I came here pretty frequently. I wish I could take pictures of the inside, it's like a bizarro-world version of our ALDI, if you've ever been.

Now, on to the Univeristy, Jacob campus.

 Random field by the campus. I always want to run through it for some reason, but laziness always wins out over wanting to be 7 years old again.

 A view of the city from the campus. Kind of beautiful. Missing from this picture is the random bike gang of 9 year old kids who nearly ran me down as they peeled down the hill.

 The building where I used to steal the university's internet. Good times. If not for that high-speed connection I would have had to sit in cafes and fast food places for HOURS to get my Glee and SNL episodes to download to my iTunes.

It only seemed fitting to get a picture of myself in the building, considering that I may as well have been a student here. Thanks for the good times, Universite de Savoie.