Jul 29, 2010

Family Friendly Guide to Paris - With A Twist

This may be one of the first actual factual blog posts to ever grace the pages of "Daddy Is An Idiot" so Leni and I decided to do it together. The Sterbenz Family has just braved the streets and sights of Paris with two kids and lived to tell the tale. So here is our family-friendly guide to Paris. What to see, what to miss, and what to run screaming away from. Here we go:


Tips about Paris with Kids:

Paris is one of the most stroller-unfriendly cities in the world (2nd to Amundsen-Scott Research Station on the South Pole). The sidewalks are narrow and cobblestoned, the people will bump into your stroller and not think twice, or flick ashes into it. Strollers are also hard to fit on the subway, and they are not allowed at many popular tourist attractions causing you to have to carry it. We are not suggesting that you leave your travel stroller at home. Just make sure to bring one that collapses easily and think about bringing along a carrier if you have a toddler.

Snacks and meals are sometimes hard to come by and with time changing kids it can be close to impossible to find something to eat. Paris fruit markets are plentiful and can be a good solution for a healthy snack. Stock up on fresh fruit at a fruit stand in case one of the kids needs a food fix while you are in an unfamiliar neighborhood.

Highchairs are few and far between. When sitting at a Brasserie or café be prepared to sit your little ones on your lap.

Tips for Americans:

Don’t take it personally, they hate the British, too. And the reason is Presumption. Every day, English-speaking tourists come to France, and for some reason, insist on addressing the French in a foreign language. Imagine how you would feel if a bunch of Germans got annoyed at you when you didn’t know what they were talking about. Then multiply that by a billion. Here’s what I do: In French, with as good an accent as I can muster, I say “Do you speak English? Because my French really isn’t very good.” And then keep trying to speak French. They’ll appreciate it, and will honestly be more interested in helping you. You have to remember that you’re the a**hole, here, not them.

Also, for iPhone users, download the following apps: Metro Paris and Smart Maps Paris. Both offer online and offline functionality, which means you can find what street you are on or what train you should connect to without having to worry about 3G or 4G or whatever wi-fi network you were depending on. The former allows route planning as well as isolating individual Metro and RER lines (as well as the bus if you’re feeling brave). The latter has a zoom function like Google Maps, bus and metro stops, and a searchable street index. Want to not feel like a tourist? These will help byteloads…That’s right, I said “byteloads.” If there was an app that notified you when someone told a terrible joke on planet Earth, there would be a little red pin blinking in Switzerland.

Where to Stay:

Despite Rodney’s loud objections and concerns of being thrown into human trafficking (he had just watched Taken, so…), it is quite common for the French to rent out their apartments in the summer while they are away on holiday. We found our apartment on Craigslist.com for 70 Euro a night, beating any hotel or B&B in Paris with a stick. We had a kitchen, laundry, and 2 bedrooms all to ourselves but best of all, we really felt like locals. It gave us the space we needed and the experience we wanted for a great price.

Here are other links for rentals in Paris:

www.homeaway.com

www.parisianhome.com

www.rentals-paris.com


What Not To Miss:

Stuffed Animals at Deyrolle

Not the stuffed animals that you are thinking of however, Deyrolle is the most spectacularly awesome taxidermy shop ever. Downstairs it looks like a Provencal gardening boutique. Don’t be fooled. Just smile, ask to leave your stroller downstairs, and head on up. As you ascend the stairs a Rhino head will greet you and you'll be welcomed to the most expansive collection of animals that we have ever seen. The kids loved it.

Deyrolle 46 Rue de Bac, 75007 Paris






Luxembourg Gardens Playground

Like most of Paris’ hundreds of parks, Luxembourg has free wi-fi, grassy areas for kids to run around, and a baby play park in the Northeast corner. Near the Marrionette Theater is another play park for older kids that has a bathroom and Paris’ first cup of coffee emporter (to go). Our girls loved the play park here with it’s large sand boxes and spinning objects that kids just don’t get to play on in the United States.

Luxembourg Gardens is located is the 6 ème Arrondisement.






Jardin Des Plantes (Garden of Plants)

Like the Natural History Museum of Botany. They’ve recreated some of the world’s most diverse environments, each with its own indigenous plant life. And if your kid is a nerd, well, a little Science never hurt anyone.

The Jardin Des Plantes is located in the 5ème Arrondissement of Paris


The Doll Museum

The Paris Doll Museum is a tiny, weird, out of the way type of diversion. But enjoyable nonetheless. It houses some of the strangest antique dolls we've ever seen, as well as a number of new, Agent Provocateur inspired type Barbies.

Impasse Berthaud (near 22 rue Beaubourg), 75003 Paris








Forum des Halles de Paris

On the roof of this shopping center is an artistic eating area and outdoor art exhibit. When we were there, the theme was Alice in Wonderland with a big checkerboard boardwalk and funhouse mirrors. A nice little diversion from an otherwise crowded neighborhood.

South of rue Montorgueil in the 1er Arrondissement






Run Screaming From:

Open any book on Paris and flip to the "Must See" section. Then, immediately cross all of those destinations off of your itinerary. In July and August, showing up even a 1/2 hour after opening can mean another hour waiting on line. And from what we saw, buying tickets on the Internet didn't improve this situation in the slightest.

The Eiffel Tower and Notre Dame (in our opinion) are just as beautiful from the outside. If you MUST see the inside of Notre Dame, go before it opens, then spend the better part of the morning at Luxembourg Gardens (and check out rue Vavin while you're over there) to make up for the pre-petit-dejeuner suffering. The top of the Eiffel Tower was just too much trouble for the view. Go see Sacre Coeur. Same view, good food, no lines.

As for Versailles, Le Grand Palais, Musee D'Orsay, and The Louvre...Skip Versailles. It's really too, too crowded to enjoy. Even at opening. Same goes for Le Grand Palais, which houses the longest line on the planet as part of its permanent collection. D'Orsay is beautiful, but if you're only in town for a few days, you really should see the Louvre.

So if you do decide to go to the Louvre, go before opening. Once inside, catch a quick photo of the Nike of Samothrace on your way La Joconde, then speed directly over to the Venus de Milo. After that, go enjoy the rest of the museum. There's a lot more to discover away from the crowds. Like this guy, who was still trying to get a picture of the Tomb of Phillippe Pot.





Jul 28, 2010

Sterbenz Family Tour of France: TGV

Today we said goodbye to our little home away from home in Paris (as well as our 14,353,207 friends from Galleries Lafayette), and took the TGV (Train à Grande Vitesse) to Switzerland. The TGV (if you don't know) is one of those bullet trains that gives passengers the rare opportunity to become Yuri Gargarin for a day and have their eyeballs sucked into the back of their hippocampus. By the time we pulled out of Gare de Lyon, I was able to watch my brain compile a stupid expression before transmitting it to my face when spoken to in French.

And to no one's surprise, there were so many passengers jammed into the cramped rows, it was more like a tour of The Great Wall of Patchouli-Scented Backpacks. Things looked grim...real grim until we reached our seats. But I'll let Max tell you how much room we had.
"Freakin' huge!"

That's right, Max, freakin' huge.
8 seats, 4 on each side. And after the first stop, the other family of four got off, leaving us our own private cabin for Roxy to run around in.

Finally, a bit of luck.

Jul 27, 2010

Sterbenz Family Tour of France: The ATM That Charges a $3 Fee + Your Life

There are a lot of things to be scared of in this world. Take Maxim, my friend Julien's son. And I don't mean you should be scared of him. He's 4. Although, if I understood his French correctly, he is a Ninja, so, comme tu veux. No. Saturday, we went to a local carnival in Montargis, the sort that offers rides that can be unfolded off the back of a truck and dumped in the middle of Mott Street or on a farm. But in this particular case, what scared Maxim was a roller-coaster for kids that proved a bit too much for his stomach. I don't really have any jokes just yet. I just thought he looked cute in his mother's arms.

So, what scares me? Parisian ATM's. And not just because they require a special bank card that has a chip embedded in it, leaving you walking aimlessly around wishing America didn't get left out of the technology boom when they started passing out the Jason Bourne of Debit Cards. No, what scares me is this particular ATM on Boulevard Hausmann.
That's it on the right, just past the scaffolding. There were two women using it at the time I took the photo. So why would that trouble me? Well, just over the shoulder of that guy on the left is a blue construction helmet being worn by a man holding a rope. Where does that rope go? It goes up. Up to a big bundle of pipes he's delivering to this man...
Sorry, I should have said "what remained of a big bundle of pipes," because if you go back and look at the preceding photo, you'll see where the rest of it landed.

Jul 26, 2010

Sterbenz Family Tour of France: La Tour Eiffel

Go and get a ruler. Got it? Good, now measure that picture of La Tour Eiffel. You'll need a height and a width.

Got it? Good. Now imagine that tiny little box is an elevator. Imagine it's filled with as many people as the French Lack of Personal Space allows (which is pretty much Capacity + 11). Imagine it's hot. And humid. And there isn't any air conditioning. And you've waited for an hour on two lines with a very unhappy baby in order to get into this death trap shoebox of suffering that is going to take you alllllll the way up to the top of the tower.

Got it? Good, now watch this video.


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Sterbenz Family Tour of France: Galleries Lafayette

Here in France, the nice part about shopping is that all of the thousands of friends you made at Versailles come along with you. You can dilly-dally by the front entrance, greeting them as they pour out of tour buses like animals fleeing a tsunami, but I say "Head on in!" So by the time you actually arrive at the escalators, you're able to say "This is f**king bulls**t" in 37 languages.
But mostly, I find the only true way to experience Parisian Fashion is to go clothes shopping with Max. I like to watch her pick something up, show it to Leni, then put it back on the rack. Pick up an item, show it to Leni, then put it back on the rack. Pick up an item, show it to Leni, then put it back on the rack. Pick up an item, show it to Leni, then put it back on the rack.
[cut to two hours later]
Pick up an item, show it to Leni, then put it back on the rack. Pick up an item, show it to Leni, then put it back on the rack.

Though just when things appeared to be taking a turn for the worse, I realized I could soothe my weary soul at the Veuve Clicquot Champagne Bar, located conveniently next to the Marc Jacobs purses. And about as expensive.
You know where they needed a bar? Next to the changing rooms, where all of the Dads were sitting.

Dieses ist verdammt Bulls**t!

Jul 23, 2010

Sterbenz Family Tour of France: Versailles

Louis XIII's successor, Louis XIV, had a great vision with Versailles. He told his wife (this broad) "Sweetheart, I want to create a place where people from all over the world, but mostly Japan, can come and visit...all of them at once...around 2 PM on a Thursday in July. What do you think?"

And she said "I think we'll need to take out some of the toilets...I know we're royalty, but, who the hell needs more than two toilets?"

And it was done.

Here are the highlights:

"Chevalier Avez-Vous Vu Cette Ligne à La Salle De Bains ? Mon Dieu!" (cir. 1680)
Leni says I should translate that for you. It means "Sir Did You See That Line At The Bathroom? Jesus Christ!" I'm not joking. Not about this. "Versailles" now translates directly to "Wear A Catheter."

"Les Méchants" (cir. present)
The tail end of a tour group of about 30 people. Led by a single Asian gentleman who was wearing a handsfree microphone, he would speak into his wireless transmitter to the dozens of humans behind him wearing headphones. In this particular case, he bypassed the hand carved gold gilt bed of Marie Antoinette and pointed out Roxy. Following whatever remark he made, they all began to laugh, carrying their jocularity into the Hall of Mirrors.

"L'imbécile" (cir. present)
What can I possibly say that would add anything to this photo? This guy is laying on the floor of Versailles Palace trying to squish the last 4 minutes of his 6 Minute Ab routine between the time he arrives at La Grande Apartement and Security finally catches up with him.

Jul 22, 2010

Sterbenz Family Tour of France: The Louvre

Today, the Sterbenz family decided we didn't have enough Asian Tour Groups in our social circle (admittedly, we've felt isolated being Americans in a French speaking country) so we headed out to the Louvre early this morning. Essentially, you have about 2-3 hours before every room is inundated with the worst human tripods the world has to offer. Like a swarm of electronic bees, cellphones and digital cameras buzz above your head, crowding each Salon, all of them jockeying for a chance to capture memories of what they consider insufficiently represented on Google Image Search.

As your complimentary gift for reading "I Am An Idiot," I've decided to distill my experience into a handy guide to save you those precious minutes wasted walking behind an Italian couple that smells like beef and walks 1 meter every 4 minutes.

"Victoire de Samothrace" (cir. 190 BC)
Discovered as 118 different fragments of Parian Marble in 1893 that were eventually assembled into the winged statue seen in the picture above. Also known as the largest epicenter of Strollers and Obnoxious French Adolescents in all of Europe.

"Pas, Je Pense Qu'il A Semblé Meilleur Dans L'oreillette" (cir. 1650)
No, I think I liked the blue vase better in the atrium...

"Sachet à Thé" (cir. 200 BC)
Based on early Greek Mythology, this was the first realization of young King Prium getting Teabagged by his brother Patroclus. Prium had awoken, immediately seeking retribution. Artist unknown.

"Mona Lisa" (cir. 1519)
Forget about La Joconde, 2010 is all about Le Japon, baby. Who needs semblance and order when you can have all of Tokyo pushing elbows into your face to take a picture of a painting that could fit into a manilla envelope and is most likely NOT the original (see Vincenzo Peruggia, or hell, put that Tom Clancy s**t down and order this). I don't know what they have on television in Japan, but Da Vinci sure as hell created one hell of a Pop following in Kyoto and Osaka.

"Ma Joie" (cir. 2007 to Present)
My girls...

"Singe de Chausette" (cir. 2010)
If you like Tube Socks about as much as you like someone restricting your airflow and shoving s**t up your a**, Rue de Charlot is your place to go. You don't have to spend your days pining for someone to bridge the gulf between Hardcore BDSM and that Sock Monkey you like to masturbate on. In Paris, it's all Win-win, baby.

Jul 21, 2010

Bonjour!

I might as well get right to it. How was Roxy on the flight to Paris? Not terrible, actually. I'd have to say she was as good as can be expected. It's like asking how the bathroom is after my Dad gets out. You wouldn't say it was good, per se, but after a reluctant first sniff you occasionally admit "That only smells like cabbage and a sulphur burrito. Boy, that could have been worse!" She fussed a bunch, made us horribly uncomfortable, but thankfully the earplugs I brought for the surrounding passengers ended up being unnecessary.

Honestly, the biggest issue we faced was the Flight Attendants from Air France, who decided to systematically make our lives difficult and wake Roxy up every time they noticed she wasn't wearing their special seatbelt (long story). We tried to get them to understand that Roxy sleeping comfortably was in EVERYONE'S best interest, but this seemed of little concern to the 6 of them, each wielding their own set of rules and regulations. If one of them had told us we had to duct tape a chocolate croissant to Roxy's head and a Duckie to her bottom for the airline to consider Roxy safe, it would not have surprised me one bit. They were that arbitrary. And awful.

We slept for about 1 hour during the flight on Monday, another two hours Tuesday morning, and then didn't go to sleep until Tuesday night around 8 PM (coming in at 3 hours between 5 AM Monday and 8 PM Tuesday). So what time did we wake up? 11 AM Wednesday. That's about 60 hours combined (Me, Leni, Max and Roxy). I don't know why you would combine them but it seems a much more impressive number than 15 for each of us individually.
So why is Max with a Polar Bear? Today we went to Deyrolle, a taxidermist shop that apparently burned down in the last couple of years but brought their scalpels and formaldehyde back in full force. And it was amazing. Screw the Eiffel Tower. Come look at all of the crazy animals they have in this place. There isn't anything like it in the world. Not even if they stuffed that bear from Hot Tub Time Machine (terrible movie, don't bother) and placed it next to everything from here to the Cotton Candy Machine at the Bronx Zoo would you be as impressed as you would be walking up to the 2nd floor of Deyrolle's. It's that incredible.

Go have fun at the Arc de Triumphe, you lazy German tourists. You'll wish you had pictures of these guys:

Jul 18, 2010

Summer Hours

I Am An Idiot will be heading to Europe tomorrow for two weeks, giving my Mother-In-Law ample time to go through my stuff while she stays at our apartment.

So have fun with my Star Wars figures, Mom. And my Porn collection. And my snorkel. And my book about zombies. And that denim pipe. Try and smoke that, why don't you?

As for you, Blog readers, we're taking a 1 year old demon baby on a plane. So if you saw that extra movie about Jack-jack from The Incredibles, imagine what that would be like if it were real.

Then imagine I'm going to tell you all about it on Wednesday. How could you not come back?

Jul 14, 2010

How To Make Your Co-Workers Uncomfortable

Set Dressing isn't terribly cerebral. Maybe if you're in charge of hanging something heavy and math is involved (and even then, you're more likely to employ Prayer than the maximum safe working load limits of hemp rope). Otherwise, wielding a tape gun and putting s**t into boxes leaves the unused portion of your brain a considerable amount of room to stretch it's legs.

So, basically, I get antsy. And when I get antsy, I get silly. Silly combines with Mischief, Whimsy mixing with a warm-weather front coming in from the Gulf, and, hence, we arrive at today's topic.

I like to ask the questions plainly, in the same tone I would ask someone for directions. I'll ambush someone in the Men's Room (don't take that out of context), usually whoever is standing at the urinal next to me. But I wait until a bunch of other guys are around. It's no fun if it's just the two of you. You pick your target, you wait for the right moment, and then spring your trap.

"Did I show you this rash around my belly-button?" They'll look around for help, panicky, but it's too late for that. You've already isolated them from the pack, making them suspect. So enjoy the moment before they flee the room quicker than Roman Polanski leaps into a hottub.

And add something to keep them on the hook. Something like "Oh, so it was fine yesterday but not now that other people are around? They don't care."

Best of all, be creative! Try one out for yourself. One of my favorites is: "Hey, [insert person's name], d'you want to come see how baby horses are made?" Ask innocently, like there isn't anything wrong with your inquiry. Like, who wouldn't want to see that? And allow the long, pregnant pause that follows to grow, savoring it.

Because if you can't do what you love, you're in the wrong profession.

Jul 11, 2010

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Jul 5, 2010

Happy Independence Day!

Here we are (obligatorily) celebrating the day everyone (except slaves) got their independence (days off of work) from England (home of Isaac Newton and Monty Python...so well done to you, America). Yayyyyyy!!!!

Jul 3, 2010

I'm Just Going To Go Ahead And Leave Well Enough Alone

Max: Ugh, I smell like Brian.
Me: You smell like Brian?
Max: Yeah, I smell like Brian. Know how I know?
Me: [pause] Sure.
Max: I smell like Maple Syrup.

Jul 1, 2010

Max Graduates From 5th Grade!

The funny thing about having kids (like I'm some f**king expert) is that you come to know their limitations and strengths. See, Max is an incredible reader even though she would rather lick the long green trail of god-knows-what spilling out of the hole where the pigeons live than actually pick up a book. Go and measure her speed, retention and comprehension and you'll find her resting comfortably in the 98th percentile.

But Math? Holy Christ. You could give Max 10 Jenga blocks, ask her to give you back all 10 of the Jenga blocks, and have her write down the amount she has left. Squinching up her face, she'd look blankly towards the ceiling until finally, frustrated, she'd say "Four?" Not because she's stupid. Heaven help you if you ever loan her money. You'll wake up staring at a guy named Big Lou holding a baseball bat with Max telling you precisely what you owe her in principal and interest. It's only when you ask her to calculate the area of a rectangular grid that her brain admits to closing that portion of the parietal lobe due to budget cuts.

The point is, when they passed out the award for Academic Excellence in the Field of Mathematics, I didn't feel it insulting to sit back down and watch Roxy moisten the s**t out of a cookie. Because Max had no greater chance winning that award than I did.

But then, to my slack-jawed surprise, she won the President's Award for Academic Excellence, signed by Barack Obama. Proving, once again, that I have no idea what I'm talking about.

I'm just lucky I get my pants on the right arms each morning, I guess.

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