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Le Sud restaurant

Published on January 25, 2010, by in Chengdu, Food.

Enfin, un vrai restaurant français a Chengdu. Le Sud is a cozy ultra-modern space on the second floor of a retail/residential building beside Dongmen Bridge. I’ve sampled the flavors and smells of Provence here a couple of times now, most recently with some friends on Sunday night. The place is owned by a young man from Marseille, and it’s pleasant just to sit here and watch the traffic in the busy intersection below, as you wait for your food to arrive. The menu changes monthly, so I will be back often. la carte   salade verte   appetizers:  black olive tapenade, roasted onion spread, chopped tomatoes with herbs   my friends Alex, Maureen, and Mark   amoeba-shape bacon pizza Tweet This Post


Life is … Life

Published on January 4, 2009, by in Movies.

Anna Karina, Godard’s Vivre sa vie   Today’s thoughts: “A plate is a plate. A man is a man. Life is … Life.” – Nana in Jean-Luc Godard’s Vivre sa vie   “…I don’t think there’s any better way to fight off the chill of winter than a big bowl of carbohydrates swimming in melted butter.” – David Lebovitz http://www.davidlebovitz.com/archives/2009/01/sweet_potato_gnocchi_the_good_th.html   My sentiments exactly. Today’s dharma: Imagine [no, it’s not the John Lennon Imagine] Gay Buddhist Open Forum, Posted by Albert Kaba Wed., Dec 31, 2008 Imagine if all the tumult of the body were to quiet down, along with our busy thoughts. Imagine if all things that are perishable grew still. And imagine if that moment were to go on and on, leaving behind all other sights and sounds but this one vision which ravishes and absorbs and fixes the beholder in joy, so that the rest of eternal life were like that moment of illumination which leaves us breathless. – Saint Augustine   Anna Karina and Vivre sa vie   Among my obsessions lately have been all things French; witness my continual references to David Lebovitz’ blog about food and Paris.   I’ve also been watching a bunch of French films recently.  Is it my imagination, or am I understanding more of the dialogue, since the downloads and DVDs don’t include English subtitles?  Jean-Luc Godard’s Vivre sa vie (1962), which I watched again last night for the third or fourth time, is rapidly becoming one of my favorite