The Alliance francaise, like effectively everything else in Paris, is surrounded by apartments. Last week, while waiting in the hall for our respective classes to begin, the Purrito and I found ourselves staring out the window and into a woman’s apartment as she brushed her cat. As we watched, she gingerly brushed the grey long-haired …
Laziness (and the fact that we really didn’t spend much time here, owing to extenuating circumstances) prevails; commentary is confined to the picture captions.
I played white-collar hooky yesterday (read: I used some PTO) and we headed to Le Bourget Airport for the 51st salon international de l’aéronautique et de l’espace. I took quite a number of pictures.
The Purrito is off at the Musée national de la Marine with her (soon to return to the States) father, which provides me with an opportunity to close the loop on a post that has been open since September of last year. I should, admittedly, go back and fix it, since it effectively just ends, but …
Last Saturday continued the trend of haphazardly-planned weekends, and we again wandered out to the convention center at Porte de Versailles. The primary target of our interest was the exhibit on the Lascaux cave paintings, with a Lego exhibit of some sort on our list of secondary options (confession: I have repeatedly considered buying this …
Armed with pre-purchased tickets that are supposed to guarantee that the bearer will be admitted at a given timeslot (Leeloo multipass) but which really entitle said bearer to stand in a line that is not marked with signs that state (in French) that the wait time from this point is approximately two hours, we went, …
“That is the most disgusting museum in Paris,” the Purrito said flatly. Mounting the final few steps that released us from the admittedly smelly subterranean sanctum of Paris’ wastewater, I found that I was having a hard time disagreeing. That said, I had a just-acquired 3€ rat-shaped magnet with the words visite des égouts de paris in my …
Saturday saw our plans go sideways for the third week in a row, though we did manage to get something checked off of the to-do list: The Musée Marmottan Monet. The museum itself started life as an outpost on the edge of the world; originally constructed as a hunting lodge. it is now in the …
From our visit to the opera house a few weeks ago. I uploaded them, but never threw them into a post…
The Basilique de Saint-Denis is a strange place. Originally a shrine built over the site to which Saint-Denis, a patron saint of Paris, supposedly carried his head after a 10-kilometer hike from his place of execution atop Montmartre, the site would eventually become, with some coaxing by Saint-Louis, the French royal necropolis, with nearly every …
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