29 Jul, 2004
Posted by: vinny In: paris
I’m leaving tomorrow morning (very early), so this is likely my last post until I return home. All I’ve left to do is reserve a cab when I get back to the hotel and finish packing. While it’s been a great, no… fantastic trip, I’m glad to be going home. Friends, family, girlfriend, not having [...]
27 Jul, 2004
Posted by: vinny In: paris
Today was pretty uneventful until I went down for dinner. I decided to eat at the hotel bar, since they had an express thing advertised on a chalk board out front that sounded pretty good. Apparently it was, ’cause they didn’t have any more of the salad that completed the dinner. So, I had a [...]
26 Jul, 2004
Posted by: vinny In: paris
So, I’m browsing Boing Boing as I often do, and there’s a link to a site with pictures of japanese vans that are decorated in tribute to a japanese pop (”j-pop” for those in the know) star, Ayumi Hamasaki. Not really unusual, I’ve seen plenty of galleries of hopped up japanese vans of some type [...]
26 Jul, 2004
Posted by: vinny In: paris
As you can see from the previous post, yesterday I went down to watch the end of the Tour de France. I slept late, took the metro, and got down to the Arc de Triomphe about 11:45.
Standing there, it occurred to me just how fortunate I am. I was grining. So, I wandered down the [...]
25 Jul, 2004
Posted by: vinny In: paris
That’s from lap #1 around the Champs-Elysees. I’m beat, starving, and a little sunburned. More after I rustle up a little food.
24 Jul, 2004
Posted by: vinny In: paris
Calf is still killing me, but I played through the pain and took the metro to Galeries Lafayette today. That place is amazing. It’s like the Galleria, squashed onto seven floors, spanning two buildings, with no demarcation between “shops.” And, I have to confess, I ate at the McDonalds inside. I was weak, I was [...]
23 Jul, 2004
Posted by: vinny In: paris
use·less Pronunciation (yõõ’slîs) adj.
The ability to understand “where is the metropolitan?” when asked in French, then Spanish and then German by the same old spanish man and his wife, combined with the ability to respond in French, Spanish, and German, but not knowing where the metropolitan is located.
True story.
Walked to the Total to grab a cold [...]