We arrive unusually early, Jorge is even faster than us sometimes, and I don’t eat everything I see. What is wrong with this place? Is it the green substances?
Continue from Paris, Part One: Les Jongleurs Sunday was quite a relaxed day that started with a rush to get to Saint Sulpice church, for an organ concert Leon was absolutely reluctant to miss. All five of us, we actually attended to the whole mass: organ was playing before, during, and half an hour after. The church […]
What are a Venezuelan, a Cordovan, and a Westphalian, doing at the house of a Gaditan and a Saxon in Paryż? No, it is not ‑yet- a joke. In a small world, a relative of a friend of a relative of a friend of my mother ‑was it like that?- whom I haven’t seen in ages, […]
Welcome to France. The land that made Caesar’s career, the country that gave us Charlemagne, a place where you cannot name your pig Napoleon. A country famous for its wine, its cheese, and its general sophistication. A country where if I listen to something I partially understand ‑which happens very often‑, I automatically consider it […]