Monday’s failure began on Friday evening. While we had originally planned an expedition to the Musée des arts forains, I found, while double-checking the website, that while the museum normally had a reservation-free, just-show-up period between Christmas and the new year (throughout most of the year, it’s Monday or Tuesday only, reservations required, subject to …
We finally made it out to Vincennes this past Saturday. In news surprising to no one, I took a few pictures.
It’s small and it’s very late (said trip to les Invalides occurred not this past Saturday but the Saturday before), but I feel that remaining steadfastly slothful is the best way of demonstrating my commitment to enjoying my two weeks off.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, violating our usual rule regarding never going anywhere near the Champs-Élysées proved to be a bad decision; between the crowd (to be expected), the weird carnival (complete with a Thriller haunted house that had been christmasized by draping the zombies in Santa suits) and the massive number of vendors selling exactly the same …
The Purrito joined me for lunch in La Défense yesterday, and we were (quite unsurprisingly) distracted by the animals that were present as part of the marché de nöel. Aside to the market overseers: you may want to have a native or at least advanced Anglophone take a look through your music playlist; this sounds …
An hour-and-twenty-two-minutes away from gare de l’Est by the P train, Provins is a tiny (12k residents) enclave perched largely on top of a hill, though the (admittedly scenic) hike from the ville basse to the ville haute strongly emphasizes the height of said hill. There are four churches, a handsome city gate, a tower …
Last Friday evening (yes, I am behind, thanks for asking) we went in search of Joseph Ducreux at the Louvre. We were not successful, though we continue to find whole sections of the museum that we’ve somehow missed on our previous visits. Saturday we headed to the petit palais for Paper Tigers, only to discover that …
He’s in town for COP21.
Saturday’s excursion to Versailles felt like a bit of a revival for us; while my mood was certainly buoyed due my consumption of one of the two boxes of (eight small) macarrons that I would consume between Friday and Sunday, the exhibit that we went out to see, Le roi est mort, felt like the …
I aspire to one day be as content as this cat (it’s been cold, so we recently turned the radiators on).
Fezzik In Paris 