While the actual mistake was made almost three weeks ago, my decision to share the uneaten portion of a loaf of pralus bread with the pigeons has had, shall we say, repercussions.
While the actual mistake was made almost three weeks ago, my decision to share the uneaten portion of a loaf of pralus bread with the pigeons has had, shall we say, repercussions.
We have had a few interesting visitors recently…
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.
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 …
Sunday, as probably everybody knows, was Easter; while under most circumstances, this is at least a positive event (Easter is arguably the premiere candy holiday, and the chocolatiers here put effectively every candy I’ve had prior to living here to shame), it was made even better this year (full disclosure: last year, too) as the …
Fezzik In Paris 