Eleven people, three cats, and 49 square meters of apartment space: we’ll see how this goes.
Eleven people, three cats, and 49 square meters of apartment space: we’ll see how this goes.
It would be reasonable to argue that Saturday’s expedition was perhaps not our finest weekend, but while it fell short of the good idea mark, it did not fall so short as to earn the classification of “dumb idea of the week.” Our primary foe was the weather; the past few days have brought with …
Last Friday’s display of barbarism cast a pall over our trip to Athens, and even now, a week later, I find that my thoughts are still scattered. I like to think that we’ll go back, that we’ll eventually climb the Acropolis again, and that next time, I’ll be armed with scopolamine, so we’ll take a …
Another holiday is coming up, which means that the good seasonal candy is starting to become available. Chez Fezzik in Paris, that means boxes of white chocolate snails and hippos. Dreamy chocolate hippos.
Our hastily-planned jaunt to Versailles on Sunday evening was the result of a bit of aimless wandering on the Versailles website in pursuit of information about one of their current exhibits, Le roi est mort (a reaction to which I should be writing in 3 weeks or so; The List has evolved to The Schedule). …
Tucked into the block adjacent to Les Archives nationales, Le musée de la Chasse et de la Nature may be the single strangest museum we’ve yet ventured into. Recommended by a book that we picked up on a lark (Naughty Paris, for values of naughty as defined by pearl-clutching midwesterners), I became a firmer advocate …
Earlier this week, the Purrito came up to La Défense to eat lunch with me (and go to Auchan and Cultura and…). We ended up sharing some of her bread with the local pigeons… …and watching as they all exited stage right after a juvenile hawk perched on the ledge of a nearby roof.
…your destination is always uphill. Rome is madness. From elbowing our way through Fiumicino airport unable to find our driver to the white-knuckle ride to the hotel, from looking down the street and seeing the looming colosseum to winding our way through the crowds at the base of the colosseum, from being assailed as we …
This post should be about our trip to Rome, but it is not; with some 500 photographs to sort through (and knowing that I’ll post between 5 and 10% of them) and process, I’m nowhere near ready to post. I should hit Publish and then delve into lightroom for the next couple of hours, but …
Fezzik In Paris 