Yesterday we headed down to Porte de Versailles to attend the Salon de l’Agriculture. The show, the focus of which is, surprise, agriculture, wound up being much like Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo without all of the sucky bits (like the rodeo and the carnival). We petted cows; bought cookies; looked at surprisingly artistic cow …
I somewhat randomly decided that the old theme was ugly and switched the site over to a different theme; while I’m fairly pleased with the result thus far, we’ll be tweaking how things look (my sense of aesthetics trends towards “irregular”). Change is good, right?
Over the past 24 hours (read: I meant to post yesterday morning) I’ve attempted, on multiple occasions, to organize my thoughts on the Disneyland Paris experience, but I have yet to come up with a cohesive narrative or even a firm conclusion on the trip. It was somewhat weird, somewhat fun, somewhat kitschy, somewhat sucky, …
I took the afternoon off yesterday, and after eating lunch (sudeois sandwiches from our favorite boulangerie, Nelly Julien) and taking delivery of our water shipment (Evian chez vous: preventing people from schlepping around cartons of water since whenever), we hopped what proved to be an asthmatic RER to the eastern terminus of the RER A, Marne-la-Vallée – …
I accidentally bought a gluten-free sandwich for lunch and have just finished attempting to consume it. I like sandwiches. I like bread. Said purchased sandwich was very likely the worst sandwich I have ever (attempted) to put in my mouth. Lesson learned: Gluten free shit is vile.
The Basilique de Saint-Denis is a strange place. Originally a shrine built over the site to which Saint-Denis, a patron saint of Paris, supposedly carried his head after a 10-kilometer hike from his place of execution atop Montmartre, the site would eventually become, with some coaxing by Saint-Louis, the French royal necropolis, with nearly every …
I officially gave up on acquiring a copy of Charlie Hebdo today. The latter days of my search last week seemed to indicate that salvation was to be had on Monday, with “possible deliveries” scheduled. Such was not the case, though. Perhaps amusingly, on the first day of its release (the day on which the …
We spend enough time taking pictures of large objects at close range (and taking pictures of very large objects at medium range) that I had been considering picking up another fisheye for a while. That’s how I justified it to myself, anyway. Here’s Invalides through the eyes of a salmon, if salmon could breathe air …
The Purrito is off to the US for a few days to take care of a few things and stash some of the loot that we’ve acquired. I am thus once more alone in France, though this time responsible for three cats. I suppose I should inform them that the food fairy is MIA; unless …
I confess that, until very recently, I had been unaware of this Windows feature: the US-international keyboard. Instead of using the character map like an illiterate savage or having to remember alt-codes like a linux-humping greybeard, it’s possible to add accents, cedillas, and even circumflexes in an idiot-proof fashion. It’s detailed in KB97738. Goodbye feeling …
Fezzik In Paris 