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2014 – A New Year!

January 1st, 2014 · 4 Comments


The end of 2013 didn’t go exactly as planned.  Patrick got bronchitis the morning that we headed back to Paris from his parent’s home in Normandy.  It was the day after Christmas.  We thought he would be better by New Year’s Eve and we planned on partying with a bunch of friends.  Well it didn’t turn out that way.


It’s New Year’s Day and Patrick still isn’t well.  We tried to make the best of a bad situation, but bronchitis is very contagious and it wasn’t easy to organize a dinner for two when one is sick with a fever.  The doctor made a house call a few days earlier and gave him antibiotics, which helped, but it’s been slow going to say the least.


I made an onion tarte with goat cheese as an entree.  Too bad I didn’t take a photo, it turned out beautifully, if I do say so myself!  LOL!  The roasted veal with potatoes, onions and carrots weren’t bad either and the tiramisu for dessert rounded out the meal.  Still, when one has difficulty eating and can hardly talk, the other is practically dining alone.  Even our lovely Champagne Rosé or the nice bottle of Haut-Medoc didn’t help to make the dinner go down any easier.


Patrick went to bed early (right after midnight) and I called my mom and wished her a Happy New Year!  I sat in front of my beautiful Christmas tree and I could hear cars honking their horns, and the neighbors above us having their own party and I thought of other New Year’s Eves.


As a child my parents would wake up my brothers and sisters and I and we would bang pots and pans in the kitchen and toast in the New Year.  Still sleepy, we would go back to bed.  Then in the morning I would wake up and think, “Did I really parade around the kitchen with my family last night or did I just dream that?”


My first réveillon de la Saint-Sylvestre was in 1971 in the Latin Quarter at Place Saint-Michel.  What a night!  At first everyone was hugging and kissing and within minutes the CRS, wearing helmets and shields, came stomping down the street with their batons!  One minute I was kissing Jacques, the next minute we were hunched down in a store front as bottles were being thrown and the CRS were cracking their batons on anyone passing by.  It was a memorable evening to say the least!


In 1979 again I was back in the Place Saint-Michel on New Year’s Eve, but this time we weren’t going to have our party ruined!  No, this time we celebrated at a café.  We sat upstairs by a window looking out onto the Fontaine Saint-Michel and at midnight the CRS made their appearance once again.  Funny though, we were nice and warm eating and drinking and toasting in the new year, but I was kind of nostalgic for the excitement of being down in the street.


In 1984 I was living in the Cour Saint-Pierre and Eric and Anne decided to have a party at their place. They turned the basement of their atelier into an underground disco and everyone in the passageway was invited!  We danced the night away eating, drinking, and dancing!  One year later, in 1985, Jean-Pierre and I left the party in the snow and arrived just in time to see the new lights on the Eiffel Tower shine for the first time!


The year was now 1990 and I had been back in the 6 arrondissement for a number of years. It was the part of Paris where I always lived except for the years I was in the Cour Saint-Pierre.  Jean-Pierre had made a reservation for dinner on the Eiffel Tower, but just like last night things don’t always go according to plan.  We never made it and instead stayed home at our apartment on the rue des Canettes.


In 2003 Patrick and I were invited to Odri and Didier’s place in the 5th near Cardinal Lemoine on New Year’s Eve.  They were friends from back in the days at the Cour Saint-Pierre.  We left the party to go ring in the New Year on the Champs-Elysées with about 500,000 other people.  It was a crazy night that Patrick and I still talk about it.  After midnight we walked toward Alma Marceau looking for a taxis to take us back to the party at Odri’s house when we decided to ask someone to take a photo of us with the Eiffel Tower in the background.  It was the last picture in our camera.  (Yes, back then you still had to develop your film!)  We stopped a young couple and asked if they could take our picture.  The girl took the camera and snapped the photo.

It was then I realized, the angle just didn’t seem right, so I asked her, “You did take a picture of us with the Eiffel Tower in the background, right?”

“Ah, you didn’t tell me to take the Eiffel Tower.” she said.

Patrick and I looked at each other, like, “Duh, there’s the Eiffel Tower in all its splendor, so what did you take, a tree?”  Yep!  We have a photo of the two of us standing by a tree!!!  Now we laugh (not then) everytime we think about that photo!

Last year again we were invited to celebrate with friends, but we decided to stay home instead.  Patrick made a wonderful 4 course meal and after eating and drinking we danced until about 4:30 in the morning.  We were exhausted, but when Donna Summer’s song Last Dance came on we just had to stick it out and dance those extra minutes like we did in the good ole’ disco days!  I talked about it in a previous post here.


So last night we were going to Eric and Claire’s house (same Eric from 30 years ago) to ring in the New Year!  It was suppose to be a lot of fun.  50 some odd people, everyone in white.  (Who wears white in winter?  Or better yet, who wears white in Paris except for the Dîner en Blanc every year!)  Well, not to be outdone, Eric and Claire also asked everyone to bring white food!  Oh yeah, that would have been interesting to see!  I’m sure there was a lot of cream in those dishes last night!  If Patrick and I had gone, I would have made Snowball Cookies!


But alas, as I said at the beginning of this post, we were home, not because we wanted to this time, but because of circumstances.  And there definitely was no dancing!  So, I sat and reminisced about other New Year Eves and thought about my family and friends. 


Maya Muses:  It’s the first day of 2014, a new year, a new beginning.  I hope this year doesn’t go whizzing by like last year.  It was here and then gone before you knew it.  I took photos of this year’s Christmas decorations.  In a few days I’ll be taking them all down until Christmastime comes once again.

I wish everyone health, joy, peace, and love for this brand New Year!  Cheers!!!

Photo Credits:  Personal Photos and  Champs-Elysées, Eiffel Tower, Place Saint-Michel, Dîner en Blanc

Tags: Food and Wine · Paris - Paname · Special Moments

4 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Harriet // Jan 2, 2014 at 11:19 am

    Your doctor made a house call! That is pretty impressive. I sure hope that the antibiotics will soon kick in (if they don’t, he may need a different type.) Despite not being able to make the party given by your friends, you have provided us with a wonderful post. Merci. Wishing you all the best in 2014 !!!

  • 2 Donna // Jan 3, 2014 at 2:31 pm

    Lovely post and I always enjoy your photos. Hope Patrick feels better soon. Happy New Year to both of you!

  • 3 Jon // Jan 3, 2014 at 7:36 pm

    I agree, house call, what is that? Health and happiness for the new year and a speedy recovery.

  • 4 Lynn // Jan 4, 2014 at 5:59 pm

    Happy New Year to all of you as well! It’s been rough going and today was the first day that Patrick went out in 9 days! His voice is still a little hoarse, but he’s improving! It’s a miracle I didn’t get sick and speaking of miracles, yes there are doctors that make house calls here! Not a thing of the past (yet) like in the States! HNY!!!

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