I played white-collar hooky yesterday (read: I used some PTO) and we headed to Le Bourget Airport for the 51st salon international de l’aéronautique et de l’espace. I took quite a number of pictures.
I played white-collar hooky yesterday (read: I used some PTO) and we headed to Le Bourget Airport for the 51st salon international de l’aéronautique et de l’espace. I took quite a number of pictures.
The Purrito is off at the Musée national de la Marine with her (soon to return to the States) father, which provides me with an opportunity to close the loop on a post that has been open since September of last year. I should, admittedly, go back and fix it, since it effectively just ends, but …
I think I’m melting. While this is, without question, a marked improvement from the previous two weeks of I-think-I’m-dying (oh immunosuppressants, you (unfortunately literally tried to) kill me), I must confess that I find it alarming that it was 32 degrees yesterday (approximately 90F), and we’re all of a week into the month of June. …
Last Saturday continued the trend of haphazardly-planned weekends, and we again wandered out to the convention center at Porte de Versailles. The primary target of our interest was the exhibit on the Lascaux cave paintings, with a Lego exhibit of some sort on our list of secondary options (confession: I have repeatedly considered buying this …
As neither of us were feeling particularly spectacular this past Saturday, we decided to eschew our original museum-oriented plans in favor of visiting the canal Saint-Martin area. The Purrito had been asking me if I wanted to go in the months previous; I admit, however, to having little interest until I learned (thanks, Stéfane le …
After more than a year in Paris (though our official expatriation anniversary is coming up on Tuesday), I have a certificate that says that I know fuck-all about the French language. (EU language competency levels are located here, for those not in the know) I’d have a celebratory beer (or even better, champagne), but I …
Nope. I also have yet to see the grave of Dom Pérignon, despite having been scheduled to do so. The four-day-weekend that marked the end of last week seemed like it was going to start things off in a promising manner; we’d have a day of rest before our weekend excursion, and we’d be able …
The Purrito and her crew went to Giverny yesterday. Seeing as it was a holiday, Victoire 1945, under normal circumtances, this would be free license for me to camp out on the kitchen table and play video games all day, something that, in retrospect, I should have done. Instead, I decided to (try to) be …
Our adventures in the colder parts of the European continent have taken us through Bruxelles thrice now; we’ve passed through twice on our way to Amsterdam and once on our way to Bruges. While the stops were always short (on the order of three or four minutes in the case of the Amsterdam trips, a …
As stated on this very blog just over a year ago, I bought an iPhone 5c shortly after arriving in Paris. Amongst the things that the Purrito brought me when she came on the apartment hunting expedition was a case for said phone, which featured this image. The case was passed to the Purrito when I passed the phone …
Fezzik In Paris 