Last Saturday continued the trend of haphazardly-planned weekends, and we again wandered out to the convention center at Porte de Versailles. The primary target of our interest was the exhibit on the Lascaux cave paintings, with a Lego exhibit of some sort on our list of secondary options (confession: I have repeatedly considered buying this …
Lately, I have been thinking about our house back in the US a lot more than normal. This is mostly due to the fact that it currently looks like a screenshot from Waterworld. Major parts of the city are underwater and more rain is on the way. So much for a drought.. (when it rains, …
As neither of us were feeling particularly spectacular this past Saturday, we decided to eschew our original museum-oriented plans in favor of visiting the canal Saint-Martin area. The Purrito had been asking me if I wanted to go in the months previous; I admit, however, to having little interest until I learned (thanks, Stéfane le …
After more than a year in Paris (though our official expatriation anniversary is coming up on Tuesday), I have a certificate that says that I know fuck-all about the French language. (EU language competency levels are located here, for those not in the know) I’d have a celebratory beer (or even better, champagne), but I …
We are blessed to live in an area surrounded by cafes, however, most of the time I end up at the *extremely* convenient Starbucks down the street. Don’t judge me, it’s fast and portable. The french really love their coffee. They drink it in the morning, after lunch, during work, after drinks at the bar, …
The Purrito and her crew went to Giverny yesterday. Seeing as it was a holiday, Victoire 1945, under normal circumtances, this would be free license for me to camp out on the kitchen table and play video games all day, something that, in retrospect, I should have done. Instead, I decided to (try to) be …
As stated on this very blog just over a year ago, I bought an iPhone 5c shortly after arriving in Paris. Amongst the things that the Purrito brought me when she came on the apartment hunting expedition was a case for said phone, which featured this image. The case was passed to the Purrito when I passed the phone …
A recent survey asked 600 women in France if they had ever been sexually harassed on the Metro. 100% of them answered yes. 100%. I had talked about it with Geep last week or so, and said that I had never really had a problem in Paris. I am not the ideal parisian shape, I’m …
Armed with pre-purchased tickets that are supposed to guarantee that the bearer will be admitted at a given timeslot (Leeloo multipass) but which really entitle said bearer to stand in a line that is not marked with signs that state (in French) that the wait time from this point is approximately two hours, we went, …
It’s spring, which means that for the fuzzy members of our cartel, it’s time for their yearly vaccinations. We are fortunate to have a very kind, English-speaking vet just down the street, and it was from him that the cats received their checkups. As we suspected, Vorenus is nuts while Aurora is, and this is …
Fezzik In Paris 