Tucked into the block adjacent to Les Archives nationales, Le musée de la Chasse et de la Nature may be the single strangest museum we’ve yet ventured into. Recommended by a book that we picked up on a lark (Naughty Paris, for values of naughty as defined by pearl-clutching midwesterners), I became a firmer advocate …
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 …
While reading a post on the Expatriates in Paris Facebook group a couple of months ago, I engaged in a fit of poor judgement; seeing a banner ad proclaiming that Oktoberfest was, finally, coming to Paris, I clicked, noticed that tickets seemed to be rapidly selling out, said “what the hell,” and paid for two …
After taking a two-weekend break to allow for the Purrito’s pre-Houston packing and post-Houston decompression, we re-entered the world of Saturday activities with a trip to the grand palais, where the fall exhibits are finally up and running. The first exhibit was entitled Picassomania, and was supposed to be about Picasso’s influence on his contemporaries …
These are from our brief excursion to the Champs-Élysées for last Sunday’s Paris sans voiture (yes, I am behind on the blogging). There were far more people than either of us had thought, but I was still amused at imagining the meltdowns that would occur if something of this nature was done in Houston. Because …
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 …
We are stupid. As proof of said stupidity, I present a photographic record or our trip to the catacombs on what turned out to be a very rainy Friday (last Friday, for the record; I’ve been sick and busy). Doubting our decision not to go to Greece, at approximately mid-day Thursday, we decided that since …
The Purrito kindly volunteered to be the gatherer for our traditional Sunday breakfast; I normally go, but am not feeling spectacular due to an apparent sinus infection (oh the joy). As she entered the flat, bread in one hand and Starbucks in the other, she mentioned that there was a band of unknown provenance at …
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 …
Fezzik In Paris 