Love yoga, or so I think, and when I moved to a new country, I tried right away to find a new center to continue my “illumination”, shall I say?:) As long as it does me good and doesn’t make others unhappy I think it’s allright:). Imagine yourself in Paris, where each “arrondissement” has its own cultural print. After some internet research I decided to give a try to the Iyengar center in the 16th “arrondissement” – the chic, rich, fashion and tourist magnet corner, bathed in the “style Haussmannien”. And the center seemed rich indeed, most of the yoga practitioners as well.
Thinking aloud: ” Will yoga help the lady with the botox lips, repair the damage on her face? Hmmm, maybe it’s a bit too much to hope for… At least I’m sure that the woman with the Prada bag at the class definitely got robbed, and that’s the only one she must hasve left to carry her yoga mat with… Oh, and why is the teacher Christelle calling us idiots, saying that we shouldn’t be there, at level 2 if we don’t know what “halasana” means? As far as I know, not even all the teachers I had knew all the names, or used the names in Sanskrit. And in fact I prefer classes where we get stuck to the practice, rather than falling into some nonsense accusations. Really? In a yoga class?”
Well, never mind, I felt better afterwards, and the least I could do was to say: “Merci for the class.” Christelle gave me a “dead fish” look without saying a word. “Hmm, I thought, maybe she didn’t hear me so I repeat again, louder this time: “Merci for the class Christelle( smiling at her). She seems totally annoyed, looks at me, but doesn’t react at all, totally ignoring my “smiley merci”. I’m mildly said surprised, and think that I shall ask someone what’s with this french attitude I haven’t seen before in a yoga class.
I find out that in French, they call it: “se la péter” – and if you wonder what it means, it is:(sorry for my vocabulary) “being full of shit”. Did I expect to meet a Yengar yoga teacher being “full of shit”? Not even in my wildest dreams, but I never stop dreaming…
I’m still looking for the perfect yoga center in Paris, in case you wonder.