I have something else to confess about Paris. You’re probably going to get mad at me.
– If you do a modicum of searching online, you’ll find a wealth of information about the Eiffel Tower. How it was designed by Gustav Eiffel, and built by his construction firm, for the 1889 World’s Fair. How it indirectly led to the building of the first Ferris Wheel, because when the Chicago World’s Fair…
It’s been a crazy week. Rand’s company held a huge conference in downtown Seattle, which coincided perfectly with his birthday (which was almost, but not entirely, lost in the chaos). The last few days for Rand have involved a lot of mad running around, tons of costume changes, and not nearly enough cake. I intend…
– There is no photography allowed inside the upper galleries of le musée de l’Orangerie.
I have this impression of the French (which I realize is overly generalizing and stereotypical and patently unfair) that they’re all rather beautiful and dramatic and madly in love, and at the same time, miserably bored. Like, “Luc, I love you desperately and I can’t live without you, but I think my husband just found…
It’s painful to admit this, but Paris (and the ensuing trip to Munich) was difficult for us. Or rather, it was difficult for me, and I made it difficult for Rand. (Which was totally unfair, I know. I intend to elaborate on what the heck was up in a later post. Maybe.) I was in…
– My first impression of Paris didn’t take hold until we got to our hotel. The cab ride was lost to a jet-lagged fog – no opinions or observations of the city would be forthcoming. I simply struggled to keep my head up so that the driver would think I was awake, and wouldn’t take…
I know, I know – it seems really early to do a weekly roundup, but tomorrow is Independence Day here in the states, and I already intend to be in a barbecue-induced coma on Friday, so I’m cutting things a little short (okay, fine, I’m cutting them really short). I’ll be back next week, when I’ll conclude…
– I did not enjoy my visit to the Miami Beach Holocaust Memorial at all. I suppose that’s the point. I doubt anyone leaves a Holocaust memorial thinking, “Wowzers! That was fun!” But the memorial in Miami Beach is different from others I’ve visited. Whereas others have often made me feel contemplative and solemn, this…
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