One of the best parts of our week-long ramble around Paris was also the most unexpected. We had sauntered over to Notre Dame at dusk to get some night time photos and were treated to an impromptu performance.
Over the years we’ve seen scores of buskers commanding attention in nearly as many public squares. Some are good. Some are awful. These guys were among the best.
Apropos to today’s post, my two great loves cleverly juxtaposed in this wonderful mash-up.
The City of Light
We love Paris. Next to our home metropolis of New York, it just might be our favorite city in the world. And having been here on two previous occasions, we felt no pressure to check things off a to-do list this time around. In fact, with everything there is to do here, our list was surprisingly empty.
courtesy of Joe Shlabotnik
Resentment bubbles up in the strangest of places. This morning’s bit of bile comes, oddly enough, in the form of an attack on the practice of enjoying a late morning meal with friends.
“Brunch” I learned today “is for jerks.” At least that is what I thought I’d learn by reading a New York Times Sunday Review article by David Shaftel published under that exact title. What I learned instead is not what makes people who brunch jerks, because that is never really explained, but rather how obligations can sometimes make people petty and sour.
Everywhere Once 