Today marked my first experience with teargas. Hopping off of the 13 at Invalides, an acrid smell hung in the air. At first I though it was a technical issue with the train, as the smell strongly resembled that of very hot metal (something I’ve inhaled my fair share of, due to periodically having been …
While feeding a pigeon that visits our balcony, the baguette in the Purrito’s hand was intercepted by one of the cats. After we looked at one another and said “no, he wouldn’t,” she held the baguette still, and the furry little bastard did. Now I know who is responsible for gnawing on the bread when …
As more or less everything in the vicinity of the Seine has been shut down due to the flooding, we wandered down to the river to see how bad things were…
We’re in the midst of a recuperation weekend; the Purrito’s brief voyage back to Texas was draining to the point that we abandoned the normal keep-her-awake-by-running-around plans in favor of chilling chez nous. All of which is supposed to provide a coherent establishing story to why I found myself standing on our balcony staring at …
Easter is the best holiday because it is the holiday for which the best candy is produced. Additionally, the it’s-good-if-there-is-a-chicken-on-it theory remains true.
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 …
It (for that ever-nebulous definition of “it” which is still better than “they,” I suppose) has been quiet. As a result, I’ve been quiet. The Purrito was gone, and the Purrito returned the Thursday before last. We had plans for that Saturday (what probably would have been a hilariously lame historical thing), but the cold, …
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 …
Fezzik In Paris 