A mile or so up the Champs-Élysées and I’m the only one in sensible shoes. This is Paris. I’m an aging American tourist and can’t stop trying hard not to seem like one. But it’s a vain effort. People on the street seem younger than before. They are still svelte as weasels and still favor tight black apparel. They come in a variety of ethnicities. They wear […]
A few notes on Paris
Our trip to France was lovely, marred only by the near-lethal cold I managed to contract on the transatlantic flight back home. Better then than at the start of the trip, right? Today my throat feels as though I’ve been gargling battery acid, but the golden memories help mitigate the pain. As the saying goes, we’ll always have Paris. We did all the things tourists usually do […]
I’m off to liberate Paris
I’m not sure anyone will notice, but I shan’t (as Maxine would say) be blogging for awhile. The brunette and I are off to Paris, where I will attempt to mend relations between our two great countries and consume more French wine than is strictly necessary. Adieu. I’ll post a comprehensive discourse on the state of French crime fiction (and French wine) when I return. Or maybe […]