The last two weeks have, without question, been the least pleasant weeks that we have spent in France; what we had thought was a well planned exit has degraded into a hasty retreat. Where I had envisioned the ability to visit our favorite places one last time, we have found ourselves overwhelmed and constrained; we …
Last Friday’s display of barbarism cast a pall over our trip to Athens, and even now, a week later, I find that my thoughts are still scattered. I like to think that we’ll go back, that we’ll eventually climb the Acropolis again, and that next time, I’ll be armed with scopolamine, so we’ll take a …
Earlier this week, the Purrito came up to La Défense to eat lunch with me (and go to Auchan and Cultura and…). We ended up sharing some of her bread with the local pigeons… …and watching as they all exited stage right after a juvenile hawk perched on the ledge of a nearby roof.
This post should be about our trip to Rome, but it is not; with some 500 photographs to sort through (and knowing that I’ll post between 5 and 10% of them) and process, I’m nowhere near ready to post. I should hit Publish and then delve into lightroom for the next couple of hours, but …
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 …
I’m still processing the full magnitude of the failure of this weekend’s Plan (and I already have a draft of this post written), so I’m going to write about last weekend. We took a much-needed rest and more or less hid from the world (though sadly not from the cats, bounding bastards that they currently …
Since moving to Paris, we have dived head-first into the wonders of french cuisine. With markets bursting with beautiful, fresh, foods everyday, it’s easy to be sucked in. One of the great wonders we discovered is the french (or european, really) approach to seafood. They believe, wholeheartedly, in seasonality. You can find certain foods year-round …
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 …
This week marks the end of the summer and the beginning of the French school year, and, had things gone as planned, our own return to the alliance francaise to continue our respective courses. As it currently stands, the Purrito is currently in class, while I am at home in our flat. When last we …
The Purrito keeps a small navy blue notebook, its cover adorned with ship’s anchors, on one of the bookshelves in our living room. This notebook is home to The List; while lists aren’t by any measure rare in our abode (particularly considering that I run my life off of post-it notes), both of us know …
Fezzik In Paris 