The name Rubens conjures mental images of soft, curvaceous women in various semi-historical settings; if clothed at all, at least one breast has broken free of its silken restraint, and the remains of the garment threaten to drop to the ground, the act of disrobing to be marked only the faintest of sounds. Unknown to …
Prior to our leisurely walk to le Musée du Luxembourg for the Fantin-Latour exhibit, we hit the market street with two purposes: normal weekend shopping and pre-holiday shopping. After procuring part of the wine, but before hitting the épicerie, we wandered into the boucherie with hopes that it was possible to procure something resembling a …
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 …
Fezzik In Paris 