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.
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 …
Surprises are, by nature, unexpected events. Surprises can be fun: “LOOK! They offer PADDLE BOAT RIDES!!!” Surprises can be sweet: “Aw! You bought me lobster-shaped chocolate from my favorite candy shop!” Surprises can be comical: ” When she saw the car, she passed out and fell into a garbage can!” And, everyone’s least favorite, surprises …
It was one year ago today that I groggily disembarked from a plane, hopped in a taxi that, in retrospect, overcharged me, and found myself in an aparthotel at the back end of La Défense. As the Purrito will rightly state, our official expatriation anniversary is not until June, but it was at this time …
Some 40 hours of one-on-one instruction (broken into 1.5 hour chunks) later, I find myself at the end of my company-allotted French lessons. I am now feeling strangely adrift, and it took more effort than I expected to stop myself from simply sulking through the day. She was nominally “just” a French tutor (whom the …
Having backed out of a meetup at the very last minute, I heeded the Purrito’s departing suggestion and headed to the pharmacy down the street for Zyrtec and Dolirhume (paracematol and pseudoephedrine). I was greeted by a sign posted in the window saying that they were experiencing a fermeture exceptionelle. I turned away from the …
French has officially infiltrated my stress nightmares. Despite the fact that college will be nine years in the past as of May, I still periodically have the oh-shit-missed-an-exam/failed-an-exam/haven’t-attended-this-class-at-all-and-it’s-the-last-day-of-the-semester dream. Last night, however, brought an interesting variation: my high school German teacher was proctoring a French exam. I completed most of the exam, came to a …
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?
Oh, how people adore Paris. The city of love, the city of light! What could be more romantic than meandering through the quaint little streets and hovering over cups of espresso at cafes along the Seine? Pretty much damn near nothing. That is the rub. Except, before planning your little love holiday, take into account …
Fezzik In Paris 