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 pictures below are not entirely from this past Saturday, but the Saturday before, whereien we hopped back on three horses: we resumed tackling activities on The List, we lifted the moratorium on buying books (which, in hindsight, was probably a bad idea), and we had a very expensive-but-lousy lunch. The item from The List …
Perhaps unsurprisingly, given our current collective mood, our Saturday jaunt to Les invalides was infused more with melancholy than our previous Invalides excursions. Typically being more along the lines of “hey, let’s go to Invalides,” after which we happily bound off into the sunset and through the entrance gates, we entered what is usually one …
One might be inclined to believe that Monnaie de Paris, located in the building that still houses half of the French mint (the actual production facility was moved outside of Paris a few decades ago, thus leaving the design studio) would be home to a museum about manufacturing coins, complete with a description of the …
Last weekend’s (in my defense, it’s been a rough week) wanderings around le marais were particularly productive from the standpoint of checking things off of The List: we saw église Saint-Paul-Saint-Louis, hit an exhibit about a forgotten wildlife painter at musée Cognacq-Jay, saw a surprisingly interesting exhibit at the galerie des bibliothèques de la Ville …
Having learned our lesson last year (Saturdays should be considered no-go days), we attended the 2016 version of the Salon de l’agriculture on Sunday, and had a much better time for it. While the crowds were still significant, we were able to wander through areas which we’d had to bypass last year due to the …
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Nestled in the list that enumerates my many flaws is the fact that I really don’t give much of a shit about cars. While 15-year-old me was excited to acquire his driver’s license (New Mexico before the minimum driving age was raised, brah) and couldn’t fathom the gap between wanting to go wherever and actually …
Our previously-thwarted Cité de l’architecture et du patrimoine and Musée national des arts asiatiques-Guimet trip was finally completed on Saturday, but perhaps, in retrospect, the universe was trying to tell us something when it prevented us from going a couple of weeks ago. First up was Cité, which was the site of the previously-mentioned AUA …
Monday’s failure began on Friday evening. While we had originally planned an expedition to the Musée des arts forains, I found, while double-checking the website, that while the museum normally had a reservation-free, just-show-up period between Christmas and the new year (throughout most of the year, it’s Monday or Tuesday only, reservations required, subject to …
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