The pictures below are not entirely from this past Saturday, but the Saturday before, whereien we hopped back on three horses: we resumed tackling activities on The List, we lifted the moratorium on buying books (which, in hindsight, was probably a bad idea), and we had a very expensive-but-lousy lunch. The item from The List …
We have had a few interesting visitors recently…
Muse played in le fan zone this past Tuesday; we were there.
I should know by now that when I am trying to travel somewhere faster (for purposes of this example, let’s say work) due to some mitigating circumstance (because it’s pouring), I should just stick with the original plan. Normally, one would think that taking a taxi from l’hopital americain would be painless; it’s all of …
Having been subjected to varying levels of soccer hooligans every night for the past two weeks, we decided that Saturday was an appropriate time to check out their den of iniquity (known as Le rendez-vous des fans à Paris in French), helpfully located just a few minutes from where we live. Here is what we …
Sometimes we fuck up. Tonight was such a night; it is why I am sitting in our flat listening to the funeral march of Louis XIV as opposed to sitting in the Chapelle royale at Versailles listening to the requiem for Louis XV. Oops.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, given our current collective mood, our Saturday jaunt to Les invalides was infused more with melancholy than our previous Invalides excursions. Typically being more along the lines of “hey, let’s go to Invalides,” after which we happily bound off into the sunset and through the entrance gates, we entered what is usually one …
Today marked my first experience with teargas. Hopping off of the 13 at Invalides, an acrid smell hung in the air. At first I though it was a technical issue with the train, as the smell strongly resembled that of very hot metal (something I’ve inhaled my fair share of, due to periodically having been …
While feeding a pigeon that visits our balcony, the baguette in the Purrito’s hand was intercepted by one of the cats. After we looked at one another and said “no, he wouldn’t,” she held the baguette still, and the furry little bastard did. Now I know who is responsible for gnawing on the bread when …
As more or less everything in the vicinity of the Seine has been shut down due to the flooding, we wandered down to the river to see how bad things were…
Fezzik In Paris 