From last week’s small protest in La Défense. It’s a bit weird to have to snake through protestors, gendarmes in full riot kit, and then mall security when all I’m interested in is acquiring a sandwich.
From last week’s small protest in La Défense. It’s a bit weird to have to snake through protestors, gendarmes in full riot kit, and then mall security when all I’m interested in is acquiring a sandwich.
Armed with pre-purchased tickets that are supposed to guarantee that the bearer will be admitted at a given timeslot (Leeloo multipass) but which really entitle said bearer to stand in a line that is not marked with signs that state (in French) that the wait time from this point is approximately two hours, we went, …
It’s spring, which means that for the fuzzy members of our cartel, it’s time for their yearly vaccinations. We are fortunate to have a very kind, English-speaking vet just down the street, and it was from him that the cats received their checkups. As we suspected, Vorenus is nuts while Aurora is, and this is …
The Purrito and I are heading off to the Alliance française to begin phase 2 of our formal French education. While we’re still irritated at the system glitches that prevented us from being in the same course, I think that we’re both hoping that attending the evening classes at the same building, at the same …
These are from Friday evening’s wandering that featured a cramique, my camera, and a part of the 7e that we’ve never really walked through.
“That is the most disgusting museum in Paris,” the Purrito said flatly. Mounting the final few steps that released us from the admittedly smelly subterranean sanctum of Paris’ wastewater, I found that I was having a hard time disagreeing. That said, I had a just-acquired 3€ rat-shaped magnet with the words visite des égouts de paris in my …
I have been mulling over what to write about Avignon and find myself somewhat stuck; it’s not that there’s not much to say (we were there for three days), but I wound up taking a startling number of pictures on this trip, 237, and uploading 30-odd of them in the attached gallery. As a side …
Last week marked the first time since October that it was warm enough to eat on the steps of the grande arche. As indicated in the photos, spring is the flame and the denizens of the district are most certainly moths.
The post about our weekend in Avignon is turning out to be a monster; as I type this, the gallery is slowly uploading. As we returned home fairly early in the afternoon, we made the decision to try our most impressive easter-related acquisition: the chocolate lobster. Dark chocolate lobsters: yet another reason I don’t ever …
The American shop up the street (they import junk food and sell it to students attending the American University of Paris and French folk looking for gag gifts for their colleagues [all I’m going to say is that it involved a box of macaroni and cheese, and that I wish I understood more French, because …
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