As I watch the last of le tour de france in another windown (thank you, Orange TV), my thoughts turn to how cold and wet my feet currently are. While the weather for last year’s finale was further along the trés chaud axis, the weather this year was damn near cold. And wet. So very …
What were, to this point, true chip-and-PIN (PIN-priority EMV-equipped) credit cards were replaced yesterday with the farcical, ridiculous, chip-and-signature style cards that are apparently going to be the interim card standard in the States. Thus while Europe has been on chip-and-PIN for the past 15 years and is working on phasing out swiping (and only …
We took the path of least resistance with this year’s défilé; as opposed to camping out at Concorde, we camped out in front of the television. While I saw more of the parade than I did last year, I have markedly fewer pictures of said parade. The planes, however, remained (relatively) easy to photograph.
There are instances in which the progression of an idea to an action (or in this case, an experience) are not immediately clear; I know that at some point, I said “hey, I’d like to go to Eastern Europe. Budapest is supposedly very nice,” but I don’t really remember when we decided to actually go, …
We’ve been granted some respite from the heat; after a week spent oscillating between the mid-nineties and the low triple-digits, today was both wet and overcast enough that the temperature only managed to creep into the low 80s. As my fingers seem to have lost that sweaty adhesion to the keyboard, I’ve been working on …
Yesterday marked the last day of our classes at the alliance francaise, at least for now; while most of their offerings (read: those during the day) continue on, the evening classes that we attend are spun down through the months of July and August, as historically, effectively nobody shows up. In true poindexter-like fashion, however, …
The Alliance francaise, like effectively everything else in Paris, is surrounded by apartments. Last week, while waiting in the hall for our respective classes to begin, the Purrito and I found ourselves staring out the window and into a woman’s apartment as she brushed her cat. As we watched, she gingerly brushed the grey long-haired …
Laziness (and the fact that we really didn’t spend much time here, owing to extenuating circumstances) prevails; commentary is confined to the picture captions.
Yesterday felt like a sort of karmic retribution, albeit for some unknown transgression; having started off with forgetting my phone (and though I wound up retrieving it, I subsequently forgot its slipcase), it progressed through needlessly standing in line at the Centre de réception des étrangeres for an hour as I waited to retrieve my …
Fezzik In Paris 