While in Milan last weekend, I found my thought constantly returning to the historically fractious nature of Italy; there is little doubt that these thoughts were influenced by Barbara W. Tuchman’s A Distant Mirror, but I suspect even without having recently finished said book, I would have been thinking of the differing interests of the dukes …
I am finding that my feelings towards Venice are difficult to synthesize. We went in what was apparently the deep off-season, so while we traded the teeming masses for cold and wet weather, both the Purrito and I felt that the almost-haunted feel of the city, with the heavy fog and not-always-so-elegant state of decay …
The weekend before last weekend (last weekend being the weekend in which we went to Dublin), the Purrito and I watched a movie called The Lobster. The Lobster is a darkly comedic not-quite-science-fiction movie set in a dystopic near-future in which newly-single people are sent to a “resort” where they have 45 days to find …
We headed to our home away from home (it is almost embarrassing: this was our sixth time in Rouen) in search of cheap shopping (soldes is even better when the prices did not start out at Parisian levels), the swimming pool, and air conditioning. We found all of the above, though getting there (multiple canceled …
We finally made it out to Vincennes this past Saturday. In news surprising to no one, I took a few pictures.
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 …
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 …
The Purrito keeps a small navy blue notebook, its cover adorned with ship’s anchors, on one of the bookshelves in our living room. This notebook is home to The List; while lists aren’t by any measure rare in our abode (particularly considering that I run my life off of post-it notes), both of us know …
Located a block or so northwest of église Madeleine, the chapelle expiatoire sits at the location of the Madeleine cemetery, which was arguably the prime dumping ground for the victims of the Terror. Now at the center of a small park, Square Louis XVI, that was constructed around it during the Haussmanian re-adjustment of Paris, …
Fezzik In Paris 