Scrolling through my Lightroom library, I found myself aghast at the apparent speed with which a year had gone by; in searching for the prior set of pictures that I took from the observation deck of Tour Montparnasse, I discovered that said photos were just short of a year old, which I find hard to …
This week marks the end of the summer and the beginning of the French school year, and, had things gone as planned, our own return to the alliance francaise to continue our respective courses. As it currently stands, the Purrito is currently in class, while I am at home in our flat. When last we …
The Purrito and I found ourselves once more (this is visit the third; we’re now almost as comfortable in the ‘Dam as we are in Rouen) in Amsterdam this weekend, drawn by the promise of SAIL 2015. SAIL is a nominally-tall-ship-oriented boat gathering that happens every five years. In practical terms, it’s a number of …
The Purrito keeps a small navy blue notebook, its cover adorned with ship’s anchors, on one of the bookshelves in our living room. This notebook is home to The List; while lists aren’t by any measure rare in our abode (particularly considering that I run my life off of post-it notes), both of us know …
Tomorrow evening we will be returning to Amsterdam (yes, that is trip number three) for SAIL 2015, which seemed like a perfect excuse to pick up the zoom lens that I’ve had my eye on. Sadly, FNAC doesn’t stock the lenses; as I managed to keep putting off going to the store and asking the …
Located a block or so northwest of église Madeleine, the chapelle expiatoire sits at the location of the Madeleine cemetery, which was arguably the prime dumping ground for the victims of the Terror. Now at the center of a small park, Square Louis XVI, that was constructed around it during the Haussmanian re-adjustment of Paris, …
This morning I found myself going through various files on my Surface in anticipation of upgrading it to Windows 10. I wrote a draft of this post on the fifth of August 2014; with the exception of the Paris Plages story (and the lack of a mention of overcrowding on the metro; the RER A is currently …
As the Purrito often reminds me, our long-weekend vacations are supposed to be restful. The transit phase never is, or so it seems to me, and the movement phases of our weekend in Prague came dangerously close to damaging my calm at several points. On the way there, we had: The closure of the RER …
We currently have a leak; the drainage pipe that descends from the upstairs neighbor’s shower (our best guess, anyway) is currently dripping water into a large bucket that we hurriedly purchased a couple of hours ago. After calls to our rental agency and then the insurance company’s help line, the only thing we’ve been told …
In my anger at USAA last week (hey bank, yeah, you: Fuck you.), I managed to forget that we went to Rouen. This fourth journey to Rouen (unfortunately there’s a post detailing our New Year’s Eve exploits sitting in a text file somewhere; I think it would be a little weird to add it now) …
Fezzik In Paris 