It’s Wednesday, and I find that I’m still recovering from a weekend full of Bacchanalia spent up in Canada. There was so much … excess. I made so many bad decisions (most of them nutritional, though a few were sartorial) that at one point I turned to Rand and said, “This feels like college.” And…
– Paris, like most European cities, is a barren wasteland on a Sunday. The shops are all closed, the pastisseries boarded up, the streets empty. You can walk for hours and not find anything open – not even a grocery store at which you could possibly buy a roll of crackers to soothe your growling…
If you go to Montmartre, I suggest you do so without really meaning to. Set out for an afternoon walk, and end up there half on accident. That’s what we did. – I guess you could go there on purpose, too, but where’s the fun in that? You’ll probably be wearing appropriate footwear and will…
– I thought that I would really, really like Les Champs Elysées. I mean, it’s a street chock-full of shops, and it has a song written about it, which is all about falling in love and making out as you stroll down the avenue. If life has taught me anything, it’s this: if something has…
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…
– 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…
The Miami Beach Botanical Garden was a bit of a disappointment. – Having grown up in Florida, I can tell you that all manner of strange things grow in that state, and that the climate lends itself to being tropical and creepy. I remember once while my mother was gardening, she came across a tiny…
– I think about alternate timelines a lot. About the infinite number of things that had to happen, of decisions that had to be made, for this reality to come about. What if I had taken side streets instead of the freeway that one time I drove home in 2006? What if we had eaten…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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