Saturday’s visit to le musée de Cluny was not unprecedented; indeed, Lightroom informs me that we first visited the museum in August of 2014. In the middle of a five-year modernization, it seems almost funny to me that the museum feels better, more focused; while my original impressions were that it was less the national …
The Purrito arched an eyebrow at me, not bothering to hide her mixture of doubt and incredulity as, a couple of weeks ago I informed her of my plans to attempt to cook over the long weekend while she returned to Texas. Her reaction would have tweaked my pride, had I not had my own doubts …
Mawwiage is what [bwought] us here together today. Such was my excuse for standing in line at Shakespeare and Company last night, though I may have phrased it somewhat differently: Random woman: What’s going on here tonight? Me: Huh? (I had been scanning the crowd in an attempt to determine the source of the wine glasses …
It has long been the opinion of the editorial board that Fezzik needs a job; at 11 kilos and a size larger than the majority of the dogs seen on Paris streets, there is simply no reason that Fezzik could not find a career as a rat catcher or a draft horse. Unlike Fezzik, the …
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 …
We have had a few interesting visitors recently…
Muse played in le fan zone this past Tuesday; we were there.
Having been subjected to varying levels of soccer hooligans every night for the past two weeks, we decided that Saturday was an appropriate time to check out their den of iniquity (known as Le rendez-vous des fans à Paris in French), helpfully located just a few minutes from where we live. Here is what we …
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 …
Fezzik In Paris 