Owing to its proximity and imposing nature, l’eglise de la madeleine was one of the first churches that we wandered into when we arrived in Paris. When we saw that l’eglise was often used for concerts, our collective interest was piqued, and thus nearly every version of The List, The Schedule, and finally, The Calendar, …
On Toussaint, (now some ten days ago…) we found ourselves at Fondation Louis Vuitton for their newest exposition, être moderne: le moma à Paris. So here are the pictures that have been, shall we say, fermenting in my Lightroom export folder for the past week and a half.
The name Rubens conjures mental images of soft, curvaceous women in various semi-historical settings; if clothed at all, at least one breast has broken free of its silken restraint, and the remains of the garment threaten to drop to the ground, the act of disrobing to be marked only the faintest of sounds. Unknown to …
We found ourselves grounded this weekend due to illness on my part (I maintain that the Purrito passed it to me; she maintains otherwise), so here’s an opportunity to post the pictures from last Saturday’s jaunt to the recently-reopened (uh, April) roof of the grande arche. There are also pictures of the district in general, …
Le musée d’air france is tucked away in the bottom level of gare des invalides, and was so well hidden that we wound up asking a random security guy who was diligently protecting the interior ministry’s cafeteria where the hell the entry was. As it turns out, the museum’s well-hidden nature is such that it …
We learned very quickly that les journées européennes du patrimoine, while conceptually pretty cool, invariably means that whatever point of interest you’re going to will have one hell of a line, owing to the fact that you can now see the basement, the back room, or even the inside of the école militaire, which I …
Posters work. Header images, which are the spiritual successors to posters, work as well. I fully admit that our trip to the petit palais was prompted entirely by a header image that I saw while skimming through a blog that I read. I acknowledge that I had been psychologically primed by the title, “Les 5 …
In a continuation of what appears to be a months-long trend, our plans last Saturday went awry when we found out that le musée du parfum Fragonard and le grand musée du parfum are not, in fact, the same thing, and that entering musée du parfum into ones phone is entirely insufficient. In absolute terms, …
Thursday evening’s early departure from work was intended to spare us the worst of the crowds at le musée des arts décoratifs de Paris. We were partially successful; having been thwarted last weekend by the lack of pre-purchased tickets and the incredibly long line, we managed to catch what we would find was the leading …
In complete honesty, I had written a post about last weekend complaining, as usual, about what turned into a weekend of mediocrity: a mediocre movie (Valerian), mediocre duck (always a tragedy), and a mediocre exhibit (Dragonland). After being distracted for days of watching a hurricane do its very best to drown Houston and its environs …
Fezzik In Paris 