lunching by the canal
h2o’s office could not be at a better location, nestled at Place Raoul Follereau, sandwiched between Gare de l’Est and Canal Saint-Martin in the 10eme arrondissement. We sit by across from an old paper factory, and upstream from these colored shops that Martial dubs “yuppie.” Martial is very in touch with trendy things. He blogs, wears plaid scarves in 90 degree heat,...
Mikhael took Lauren and I to Versailles today. We chose not to deal with the long line for the interior, and instead picnicked in the shade and enjoyed the immaculately manicured gardens. There was this new-ish elaborate fountain show that seemed to be the reason why we paid 6 euros to enter, and I felt that it was a waste of water and would have much rather drank it because I was so thirsty....
My first Saturday in Paris. I went to Les Jardins des Tuileries to read my Bill Bryson book (“Neither Here Nor There: Travels in Europe”—I thought it was fitting), and subsequently played musical chairs for about 4 hours, sparing a nap in between. See, the unspoken thing about those green metal chairs is that there are 4 main levels of desirability that everyone is warring...