While reading a post on the Expatriates in Paris Facebook group a couple of months ago, I engaged in a fit of poor judgement; seeing a banner ad proclaiming that Oktoberfest was, finally, coming to Paris, I clicked, noticed that tickets seemed to be rapidly selling out, said “what the hell,” and paid for two …
After taking a two-weekend break to allow for the Purrito’s pre-Houston packing and post-Houston decompression, we re-entered the world of Saturday activities with a trip to the grand palais, where the fall exhibits are finally up and running. The first exhibit was entitled Picassomania, and was supposed to be about Picasso’s influence on his contemporaries …
Note to self: the Purrito’s (who is back in the states for a few days) use of the term lemon butter sauce does not and should not imply that adding lemon juice and butter to cooked pasta will result in the production of a dish with a similar flavor. Further, the answer to what was …
These are from our brief excursion to the Champs-Élysées for last Sunday’s Paris sans voiture (yes, I am behind on the blogging). There were far more people than either of us had thought, but I was still amused at imagining the meltdowns that would occur if something of this nature was done in Houston. Because …
I’ve had a partially-composed post about last week floating around in my head for the past several days, but have not had the will to sit down and cough it up. Now that I’m sitting here, listening to Aurora snore in the window, I’m at a loss to recall its contents. I know it was …
We are stupid. As proof of said stupidity, I present a photographic record or our trip to the catacombs on what turned out to be a very rainy Friday (last Friday, for the record; I’ve been sick and busy). Doubting our decision not to go to Greece, at approximately mid-day Thursday, we decided that since …
Greece, it seems, was not meant to happen for us. After initially booking the trip in early April, the Purrito was forced to spend what felt like an inordinate amount of time and effort to re-book the trip once we decided that we’d like to stay another day; the vagaries of Expedia and non-instantaneous hotel …
The Purrito kindly volunteered to be the gatherer for our traditional Sunday breakfast; I normally go, but am not feeling spectacular due to an apparent sinus infection (oh the joy). As she entered the flat, bread in one hand and Starbucks in the other, she mentioned that there was a band of unknown provenance at …
I’m still processing the full magnitude of the failure of this weekend’s Plan (and I already have a draft of this post written), so I’m going to write about last weekend. We took a much-needed rest and more or less hid from the world (though sadly not from the cats, bounding bastards that they currently …
Fezzik In Paris 