@YogaYoga Paris
9.15am - Intermediate Viniyoga with Oliver Bell
What a gorgeous little studio this was! Unfortunately, there seemed to be an excess of English speakers in the class, so Oliver, the teacher, originally from the States, decided to teach in ENglish instead of French like he normally does. I was spewing! I really wanted to do a class in French to see how challenging it would be. Anyway, I was impressed that Oliver even had the option! He occasionally slipped in a few French words and phrases for the benefit of the actual French students and also because he told us he actually teaches better using French. So cool! I SHALL learn a second language one day.
I have no idea what this says, but I thought it was pretty. |
Oliver was a funny guy. Clearly he has been doing this for years and really knew his stuff. He mostly demonstrated poses or flowing movements once and then walked around ensuring we were all okay. It was a lovely little class, with one crazy French lady who kept getting angry at herself. She fell out of Tree Pose, ooh, which Oliver called: Bhagiratasana instead of Vrksasana. So I just looked that up (What did we do in they days without Google? Did we actually use those strange, hardback things with pages called books to find information? Did we even go so far as to step into an actual library? Gasp! I remember when my parents bought a whole set of World Book Encyclopaedias from the man who knocked on our door and we thought they were the be all and end all of resources. Ah, books, I miss you.) So yes, after asking the "world according to Google", "Bhagirata" was some important dude who was respected by Krishnamacharya and so was likened to a tree or something. For an actual explanation from Yoga Journal, click here.
The view on my walk home. |
I really liked the Viniyoga style and would love to try more of it. Very different. I will just have to wait until the next time I go to Paris to try a French-speaking class! Either way, I would definitely recommend you go here. It's really central, about a block away from the Eiffel Tower.
The ACTUAL reason why I can't live in France. (The chocolate croissants will make me fat) |
Coffee: Coffee and Co., What I ordered: a Skim Latte. What I actually ordered: black coffee with milk.
The reason I tell people why I can't live in France. (The coffee is not so great) |
The book I must read when I get home. |
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