Les (nouvelles) stars du Top 14

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C’est bien connu le Top 14 fait partie des championnats les plus relevés du monde. Toutes les stars rêvent d’y jouer, c’est pour ça que les différents club Français s’arrachent les pépites mondiales du rugby. Vavel France vous propose un petit tour d’horizon des recrues phares de cet intersaison.
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Les (nouvelles) stars du Top 14
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A coups de vedettes

Il faut d’abord se déplacer du côté de Toulon pour trouver l’arrivée de deux étoiles du rugby mondial actuel, avec la venue de Leigh Halfpenny, la star Galloise, qui s’est…

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Guardians of the Galaxy (2014) ☆☆☆(3/4): A goofy but spirited space adventure

Seongyong's Private Place

guardiansofthegalaxy04 With its own style and wit, “Guardians of the Galaxy” bounces around its space opera playground with its colorful outlaw characters who are always the constant source of surprise and amusement throughout the film. While it eventually arrives at the predictable third-act action climax just like any other recent comic book adaptations, this joyous entertainment is packed with infectious charm and zany energy to be savored, and we come to see lots of genuine humor and wonder inside its goofy plot while finding its main characters more endearing than before.

At the beginning, we are introduced to a young boy named Peter Quill(Wyatt Oleff), who is about to say goodbye to his dying mother at the hospital. Right after she gives him another cassette tape mix of songs as her final present(it is 1988, by the way), Quill’s mother dies before his eyes, and then Quill is suddenly taken away from…

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Flora Grubb Gardens

Since a picture is worth a thousand words, I'll keep the commentary to a minimum.

Someone recently told me about Flora Grubb Gardens.  While I love all things floral and leafy, and thus, immediately fell in love with this spot (and the Ritual Coffee shop inside), I did not inherit my mom’s green thumb.  Nevertheless, I bought my first ever large plant (a ficus lyrata) and was forewarned that upon bringing it home, that up to 3 leaves would likely fall off and was assured that « it wouldn’t be [my] fault. »  Who knew plants got depressed?  Despite my photos below of succulents, they have all types of plants, large and small!

© Sarah Milstein 2014

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Paris, France

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In my last post, I referenced Sammuel Johnson who said that when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life. True, I was not ready to leave London after spending just four days there, but our next stop was Paris, a city I had also always wanted to visit.

G.K. Chesterton suggested, “London is a riddle. Paris is an explanation.” Yet, when I think back to the elderly Parisian waiter who winced after I followed my “Bonjour” with “Uh, can I please have a hamburger?” my lack of command of the high school French I once took seems more puzzling to me. A comedian I went to see once commented that if he needed help or were being mugged in France, he would only be able to shout colors and numbers at his attacker: “Deux! Bleu!” I wondered if it would come to that.



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Au revoir, Paris…

Writing from the Heart, Reading for the Road

paris pont des arts sunset by sam Looking west at sunset from the Pont des Arts Photo by Sam Rueckert

And so it is time to say it again: au revoir, Paris…

There is always a little bit of melancholy in the last few days I am here each year. And then the whisper, or the saying-it-aloud as I head down the beautiful streets and toward the airport, at least when my kids were younger and were there with me to say it: « Au revoir, Paris, merci! » 

I have been lucky enough to have spent a month in Paris each summer for the past 17 years, teaching an American literature course (« Paris: A Literary Adventure »), to a group of American students studying abroad.

Every year is different, of course: different personalities, different group dynamics, different weather, and other variables can make for a different set of emotions as I help prepare them to return to the…

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