Posts Tagged ‘Paris’

French Cafe for Kids

Monday, July 15th, 2013

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A fun activity to do with your kids when they are learning about France is to construct a simple French cafe for kids. You will need 8 two-by-fours screwed together to make a frame.

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Next you want to staple a roll of brown paper around the outer edge of the frame on three sides. Also make a paper ceiling.

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If you have a roll of colorful paper, you don’t have to paint it. We got a free roll of paper from the newspaper office, and we painted that yellow. We allowed it to dry for 3 hours. Then we cut waves into it, like the top fringe of a French cafe would look in Paris. We wrote “French Cafe” on the fringe with an extra thick black marker.

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Go ahead and staple that to the top of the wooden frame, and you have a finished cafe!

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Load up your cafe with French pasties and strong coffee. Set out small tables and chairs outside your cafe, and serve your friends while listening to French music playing in the background. Bon Apetit!

More great ideas for teaching geography: Living Geography: Travel the World from your Living Room

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Paris at Midnight

Monday, June 21st, 2010

ParisI woke up in the middle of the night, freezing. I unzipped my sleeping bag, shoved my tennis shoes onto my feet, and exited the tent. My shoes sank into the deep mud. It was raining in Paris, and it was six degrees below zero.

I quickly ran to the camp bathroom and returned to re-enter my tent. I realized that my sleeping bag was not insulated. This was supposed to be spring. I put on all of the clothing in my backpack. I was still cold. My feet and hands felt like ice. I crossed my legs so that my feet were warmed by the back part of my knees. I felt so bundled up that I could hardly move. I felt claustrophobia for the first time in my life.Paris-2

The next morning a few people from my tour bus (all 18 and 19, while I was 21) had frostbite. When they moved their fingers, blood came out. Indeed, it was not an exaggeration that we were freezing to death. My nose was running, and I had a cold. Not surprising.

At least we were on our way to the Eiffel Tower. It seemed surreal as I stood there, looking at it. We rode on an elevator to the top, and we looked out over Paris. It was a dreary, overcast day, but it was still magical, because I was in Paris.Paris-3

I saw the Arc de Triomphe up close, and the sculptures were intricate. Cars drove past it all the time without even noticing it. The Notre Dame Cathedral was magnificent with its stained glass windows and its imposing structure.

I went to a small cafe and ordered coffee. The Frenchman behind the counter was rude to me and gave me a teeParis-4nsy weensy cup with a shot of the strongest coffee I’ve ever tasted. I looked around and wished I had an easel so I could paint. Except that I had no energy, so it was just as well.

The Louvre Museum had so many famous works of art, including the Mona Lisa. After waiting a long time to see it, it was encased in glass and was far smaller than I thought. I wish I had had more time to see the wonderful artwork; it seemed almost like I was jogging through the entire museum just to see it all before the tour guide told us we had to go back to camp.