Fezzik In Paris

Two Americans, three cats, and too many places named "de Gaulle"

I had a religious experience on Friday. Wandering through the Marais, our mission to procure more pants (ah, adulthood) complete, the Purrito stopped in front of the window of a Jewish bakery and pointed at a loaf of halle bread. Having walked this road many times before, always refusing the offer, I was prepared to dismiss …

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We learned very quickly that les journées européennes du patrimoine, while conceptually pretty cool, invariably means that whatever point of interest you’re going to will have one hell of a line, owing to the fact that you can now see the basement, the back room, or even the inside of the école militaire, which I …

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Posters work. Header images, which are the spiritual successors to posters, work as well. I fully admit that our trip to the petit palais was prompted entirely by a header image that I saw while skimming through a blog that I read. I acknowledge that I had been psychologically primed by the title, “Les 5 …

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