Last Saturday’s return to Versailles (note: technical difficulties have ensued. confession: I bought a “One Year at Versailles – Duo” membership for the two of us) was spent on the cusp of perfection. Having been thwarted from going last week by heat and a sick Purrito, we managed to make it to Versailles in time …
Mawwiage is what [bwought] us here together today. Such was my excuse for standing in line at Shakespeare and Company last night, though I may have phrased it somewhat differently: Random woman: What’s going on here tonight? Me: Huh? (I had been scanning the crowd in an attempt to determine the source of the wine glasses …
Also known as the-face-that-Fezzik-gave-me-after-he-was-forbidden-from-eating-Aurora’s-food.
It has long been the opinion of the editorial board that Fezzik needs a job; at 11 kilos and a size larger than the majority of the dogs seen on Paris streets, there is simply no reason that Fezzik could not find a career as a rat catcher or a draft horse. Unlike Fezzik, the …
The past week has been far, far too warm (and hey, the news officially declared a canicule so we have that going for us), so we slunk off to La défense this weekend; tourism is down so far this year that even the nicer hotels (like, for example, the Hilton in CNIT) are cheap at …
More than two years ago, the first museum that the Purrito and I visited, our first encounter with Parisian cultural activities, the first time that we decided to seize a weekend and do something new, we went to Le musée du quai Branly because it was close and because the Purrito had read that it …
The weekend before last weekend (last weekend being the weekend in which we went to Dublin), the Purrito and I watched a movie called The Lobster. The Lobster is a darkly comedic not-quite-science-fiction movie set in a dystopic near-future in which newly-single people are sent to a “resort” where they have 45 days to find …
Fezzik In Paris 