While not as arresting as Versailles (but then again, what is?), it is immediately apparent why Fouquet wound up in prison along with the man in the iron mask while his architect (Le Vau), gardener (Le Nôtre), and painter (Le Brun) were immediately approipriated by Louis XIV and put to work on designing Versailles (that, …
Last Saturday’s return to Versailles (note: technical difficulties have ensued. confession: I bought a “One Year at Versailles – Duo” membership for the two of us) was spent on the cusp of perfection. Having been thwarted from going last week by heat and a sick Purrito, we managed to make it to Versailles in time …
The weekend before last weekend (last weekend being the weekend in which we went to Dublin), the Purrito and I watched a movie called The Lobster. The Lobster is a darkly comedic not-quite-science-fiction movie set in a dystopic near-future in which newly-single people are sent to a “resort” where they have 45 days to find …
Years from now, when I look back at our brief time in Lyon, I’m probably going to remember two things: first, that it was hot (surprise, surprise, more-southern France is indeed toasty in the summer) and second, that we hiked all the way back across town to retrieve a wooden lion that I had purchased …
It has been three weeks since we went to Kraków, and still I find myself far away from having anything intelligent to say about the place. It is not as if it was a bad trip; indeed, we wound up staying for an extra day after EasyJet moved our departing flight up to an unpleasantly …
Muse played in le fan zone this past Tuesday; we were there.
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…
It will come as a surprise to precisely nobody that The List remained untouched this past weekend; while six weekends might not be statistically significant from a trend standpoint (then again, given the data set…), we have been lousy followers of The Calendar (read: The List, evolved). That said, Saturday was spent gathering materials of …
Having found myself in Nîmes for work once again, I made an effort to take advantage of the ever-longer days by wandering around and taking a few pictures before the sun went down. I also ate my dinner (lovingly prepared by the Purrito the night before; thanks, love!) on a bench in the esplanade. Six …
Yes, I know: rolling hills is weird, but trips through The Concise Oxford Thesaurus and, um, Urbandictionary.com failed to yield a synonym suitable for pairing with Florentine; the obvious alliteration would be Florentine Funbags, but funbags feels even more vulgar low class… It’s not what I’m going for. Jubblies of the Renaissance doesn’t quite sound …
Fezzik In Paris 