At the beginning of the period of lunacy that we otherwise referred to as December 2014, the Purrito and I went to see the Jeff Koons exhibit at Pompidou Centre (the Purrito was supposed to be working on a post entitled Pompidon’t (given that the hold period for the name has expired, I’m shamelessly appropriating …
Prior to the current sudden invasion of tourists (spending Christmas and New Year in a hotel is popular. Who knew?), we went to Versailles, which was both good and bad; the good came from the fact that, due to it being the weekend before Christmas, it was essentially empty, while the bad came from the …
Contrary to the potential implication of the title, this isn’t a tale of woe; we’re not feeling alienated, lonely, isolated, or fantasizing about being the main character in that Folgers commercial that’s (probably still) being aired, despite the fact that Peter finished college, married his sweetheart, became a banker, developed a coke habit, voted for …
After the Purrito returned from the airport, we went to Galleries Lafayette, which is probably the largest department store in Paris. We went with a purpose: the Purrito wanted to show me the “ridiculously huge” shrimp that she and her friend had seen when they browsed through the seafood section of the market. We bought …
The Purrito is currently en route to the airport. She’s not the one that will be boarding a plane, however; a friend of hers that stayed with us for a week is headed back home. Said friend looked tired as she headed out the door; having watched (and occasionally accompanied) as she and the Purrito …
We returned to the Louvre last night. This time, I brought my camera.
This guy: has a name: Bibendum, which is typically shortened to Bib. This book: uses his head as an icon to denote less expensive (they normalize it to the area, not that anybody gives a shit) but noteworthy places to eat. Constant, mentioned in the previous post, merits one of these Bib heads (we’ve taken …
We spent Saturday at the Salon des vins des Vignerons Indépendants, which is to say that we spent the day wandering around the convention center at Porte de Versailles trying wine, grousing about how heavy the bottles we bought wound up being (our final haul of six bottles was over my shoulder at one point, …
It was with sodden hearts (the rain…my god, the rain in Normandy) and cold toes (we had to camp out in the unheated train station for a couple of hours as we waited for our Intercités back to Paris) that we said goodbye to Rouen on Sunday; our third European jaunt indeed proved to be the …
We are currently in the Upper Normandy region, in Rouen, having embarked on another one of our short jaunts out of Paris. The Purrito is currently asleep (I’m the earlier riser, having developed a demanding internal alarm clock), so I’m sitting here, near the front door of the hotel room, furtively tapping on my Surface, …
Fezzik In Paris 