One of the most alluring parts of the structure of each of the four MSc courses in the Geography department is the annual field trip. Barcelona, Brussels and Amsterdam were on offer for the other courses, but I think we got the best choice of the lot - Paris!
After having lunch with a newly arrived Alexandra fresh off the plane, we all met up at the train station to get the Eurostar across to Paris. I'd never caught the train before, always going for the ferry because of the price differential, and becasue I was worried about ruining myself with the luxury of the train compared to the budget train/ferry/bus combo! It was pretty incredible, you only spend about 15 minutes in the actual tunnel itself, and then, hey presto, you're in France! Coming from an island it's definitely always a bit of a thrill to be able to go 'overseas' so easily...
On the work side of things we had a visit to the International Energy Agency (IEA), the Organisation for Economic Cooperation and Development (OECD), a study of how nature/culture is represented in Parisian parks, a presentation on some research on Paris's transport policies, and then a presentation of our work on knowledge controversies at Sciences Po (one of Paris's universities). I was also lucky enough to schedule one of the interviews for my research while I was there and, as a result, to be invited out to a gathering of ex-pat Kiwis on the Pont des Artes to celebrate ANZAC day! (The guy I was interviewing was a NZer) It was great fun and made me incredibly jealous of all these people doing wonderful things in such a beautiful place.
On the fun side of things we hung out on the steps of Sacre Coeur watching the amazing fire poi guy, went to the flea market at St Ouen, had dinner at a great Brazilian restaurant in Belleville, took loads of photos of all the lovely Paris icons, and other such frivolity. Every time I go to Paris I want to live there more and more...one of these days!!
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So, you've been hanging out in anticipation long enough, wondering what on earth is this wonderous Pudding Club that I spoke of in the previous post. Well, let your salivating commence!
The Pudding Club is one of those random British institutions that you are never going to find anywhere else (although I might just set up an Icecream Club when I get home) and you just absolutely have to experience while here. In 1985, a group of friends were looking at the choices on the dessert menu and bemoaning the loss of traditional British puddings like 'Spotted Dick', and 'Jam Roly Poly', not to mention the illustrious family of puddings that are the crumbles. So, they started a tradition of getting together each Friday night and trying out a set of puddings (served, of course, with lashings of custard). One thing led to another and now about 50 people go each week, paying £30 for the privilege of a small main course and then seven, yes that's right, SEVEN helpings of pudding. You're not allowed to try a new pudding until you've eaten your last helping - and that's no easy task I can assure you when you're looking down the barrel of pudding #5...
But, we made it through! Jeff and I (congratulations to Jeff also for organising this whole thing) made it through all seven of our puddings, while Sara managed a very honourable five helpings. My favourite of the night (and the crowd favourite also) was the rhubarb crumble, with the sticky toffee coming in at second place. Spotted Dick was stodgy and the idea that it was made with 'suet' just kind of didn't work - I don't even really want to know what suet is, it just sounds a little too odd for my liking... Lord Randall's (marmaladey) was quite yum, as was the Squidgy Chocolate (how could it not be with a name like that), but I'd definitely be keen to go back during the summer when they add four summer-weight puddings to the repertoire, such as Gooseberry Fool! Mmmmm...
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