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 kindly volunteered to be the gatherer for our traditional Sunday breakfast; I normally go, but am not feeling spectacular due to an apparent sinus infection (oh the joy). As she entered the flat, bread in one hand and Starbucks in the other, she mentioned that there was a band of unknown provenance at …
Scrolling through my Lightroom library, I found myself aghast at the apparent speed with which a year had gone by; in searching for the prior set of pictures that I took from the observation deck of Tour Montparnasse, I discovered that said photos were just short of a year old, which I find hard to …
The Purrito and I found ourselves once more (this is visit the third; we’re now almost as comfortable in the ‘Dam as we are in Rouen) in Amsterdam this weekend, drawn by the promise of SAIL 2015. SAIL is a nominally-tall-ship-oriented boat gathering that happens every five years. In practical terms, it’s a number of …
Located a block or so northwest of église Madeleine, the chapelle expiatoire sits at the location of the Madeleine cemetery, which was arguably the prime dumping ground for the victims of the Terror. Now at the center of a small park, Square Louis XVI, that was constructed around it during the Haussmanian re-adjustment of Paris, …
As I watch the last of le tour de france in another windown (thank you, Orange TV), my thoughts turn to how cold and wet my feet currently are. While the weather for last year’s finale was further along the trés chaud axis, the weather this year was damn near cold. And wet. So very …
We took the path of least resistance with this year’s défilé; as opposed to camping out at Concorde, we camped out in front of the television. While I saw more of the parade than I did last year, I have markedly fewer pictures of said parade. The planes, however, remained (relatively) easy to photograph.
There are instances in which the progression of an idea to an action (or in this case, an experience) are not immediately clear; I know that at some point, I said “hey, I’d like to go to Eastern Europe. Budapest is supposedly very nice,” but I don’t really remember when we decided to actually go, …
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.
Fezzik In Paris 