I had another one of my epiphanies the other day while gazing at a strawberry tarte in a patisserie vitrine. Along with loving stripes madly and lining things up in rows and polka-dots, the French are crazy mad for things that twirl. i.e. centrifugal force activities and edibles. And don't forget stacking things!
Centrifugal force (from Latin centrum, meaning "center", and fugere, meaning "to flee"[1][2]) is the apparent force that draws a rotating body away from the center of rotation. It is caused by the inertia of the body as the body's path is continually redirected. In Newtonian mechanics, the term centrifugal force is used to refer to one of two distinct concepts: an inertial force (also called a "fictitious" force) observed in a non-inertial reference frame, and a reaction force corresponding to a centripetal force.
The term is also sometimes used in Lagrangian mechanics to describe certain terms in the generalized force that depend on the choice of generalized coordinates.
The concept of centrifugal force is applied in rotating devices such as centrifuges, centrifugal pumps, centrifugal governors, centrifugal clutches, etc., as well as in centrifugal railways, planetary orbits, banked curves, etc. These devices and situations can be analyzed either in terms of the fictitious force in the rotating coordinate system of the motion relative to a center, or in terms of the centripetal andreactive centrifugal forces seen from a non-rotating frame of reference; these different forces are equal in magnitude, but centrifugal and reactive centrifugal forces are opposite in direction to the centripetal force. (Thank you Wikipedia)
Pictures tell us so much more don't they? Why ever do the French love to ride around in circles high up in the air? You tell me. This is a strictly French obsession IMHO.
The twirling obsession comes down to earth in this strawberry tarte thank goodness for the rest of us.
Whoops. Here we go again at Jardin d'Acclimation. I'm telling you these things are everywhere. I kid you not.
Mean while i'll take Pierre Herme's twirler of a box of macarons thank you very much.
If you could have seen the line of Frenchies patiently waiting for a chance to climb up in this twirly tree house at the Grand Palais your jaw would have dropped to the ground too.
I'll take this any day of the week instead, but then I'm not French.
Did you ever twirl your umbrella? This level of centrifugal force I can deal with. No problem.
But hey! Get a look at this...hmmm
Ever notice the twirls going up that spire in Place Vendome?
Give me a twirly tarte citron at Patisserie des Reves svp...
Here's a sort of exploding twirl and a mere cabbage no less!? Who'd a thunk it?
I wonder do we have to want to go up in twirling carnival park gizmos to be truly able to appreciate a gorgeous mess of squiggly whipped cream?
You tell me.
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