We finally made it out to Vincennes this past Saturday. In news surprising to no one, I took a few pictures.
We finally made it out to Vincennes this past Saturday. In news surprising to no one, I took a few pictures.
It’s small and it’s very late (said trip to les Invalides occurred not this past Saturday but the Saturday before), but I feel that remaining steadfastly slothful is the best way of demonstrating my commitment to enjoying my two weeks off.
Last Friday evening (yes, I am behind, thanks for asking) we went in search of Joseph Ducreux at the Louvre. We were not successful, though we continue to find whole sections of the museum that we’ve somehow missed on our previous visits. Saturday we headed to the petit palais for Paper Tigers, only to discover that …
Saturday’s excursion to Versailles felt like a bit of a revival for us; while my mood was certainly buoyed due my consumption of one of the two boxes of (eight small) macarrons that I would consume between Friday and Sunday, the exhibit that we went out to see, Le roi est mort, felt like the …
It would be reasonable to argue that Saturday’s expedition was perhaps not our finest weekend, but while it fell short of the good idea mark, it did not fall so short as to earn the classification of “dumb idea of the week.” Our primary foe was the weather; the past few days have brought with …
Tucked into the block adjacent to Les Archives nationales, Le musée de la Chasse et de la Nature may be the single strangest museum we’ve yet ventured into. Recommended by a book that we picked up on a lark (Naughty Paris, for values of naughty as defined by pearl-clutching midwesterners), I became a firmer advocate …
After taking a two-weekend break to allow for the Purrito’s pre-Houston packing and post-Houston decompression, we re-entered the world of Saturday activities with a trip to the grand palais, where the fall exhibits are finally up and running. The first exhibit was entitled Picassomania, and was supposed to be about Picasso’s influence on his contemporaries …
I’ve had a partially-composed post about last week floating around in my head for the past several days, but have not had the will to sit down and cough it up. Now that I’m sitting here, listening to Aurora snore in the window, I’m at a loss to recall its contents. I know it was …
We are stupid. As proof of said stupidity, I present a photographic record or our trip to the catacombs on what turned out to be a very rainy Friday (last Friday, for the record; I’ve been sick and busy). Doubting our decision not to go to Greece, at approximately mid-day Thursday, we decided that since …
The Purrito keeps a small navy blue notebook, its cover adorned with ship’s anchors, on one of the bookshelves in our living room. This notebook is home to The List; while lists aren’t by any measure rare in our abode (particularly considering that I run my life off of post-it notes), both of us know …
Fezzik In Paris 