February 9, 2012 – 9:18 am
Observations and not some haiku from the streets of Paris Classique, adjectif Sens 1, Qui fait autorité, qui est considéré comme un modèle. Anglais (auteur) classical author, (oeuvre) classic. 5.1 Steak-frites According to Anthony Bourdain: “It was onglet, and I was immediately struck by its ropy, not-too-tender but not-too-tough texture and its strong, almost kidneyish flavor.” [...]
February 8, 2012 – 8:37 am
Just a teaser for upcoming food posts. So many unnecessary calories, so little time. This is totally froggy boeuf bourguignon. (But not as Julia Child has recipe’d it; at least it never turned out like this.) It was ace.
February 8, 2012 – 8:24 am
Observations and not very high ku from the streets of Paris 4.1 Le metro, verse notes for previous post Hausmann, Madeleine, Concorde, Assemblée Nationale, Rue du Bac. Voulez-vous? Saint Germain des-Pres, Odeon, Notre Dame, Hotel de Ville, Rambuteau. Qu’est-ce que c’est? Sont des mots qui vont tres bien ensemble, Tres bien ensemble. + + + As I enjoy [...]
February 7, 2012 – 10:39 am
Observations and not very high ku from the streets of Paris 4. Le metro There’s something always a bit futuristic about le metro in Paris. It’s no more efficient than, say, Singapore’s or Hong Kong’s or Tokyo’s, but it has a style, a je ne sais quoi. It reminds me of that 31 year old [...]
February 3, 2012 – 9:20 am
Observations and not very high ku from the streets of Paris 3. Dans les rues de Paris 3.1) I love Paris . . . in sub-zero Ah, the opposite of tropics: snow flaking like dessicated coconut. Constant Gardener and I were scurrying to the Galeries Lafeyette to do a spot of shopping, when we started [...]
February 1, 2012 – 8:43 am
Observations and not very high ku from the streets of Paris 1. NoDa 1.1) On January 30, we found that “probably the most famous image in French Gothic art” was obscured by a huge, bebaubled Christmas tree, now shabby after months of weather. The church fathers collaborating with tourism authorities. 1.2) The sun explodes through the rose window, darkly, [...]
December 2, 2011 – 10:46 am
Constant Gardener planted this glorious brugmansia, or Angel’s Trumpet, next to the studio. We saw quite a bit of it in Rome, and lots of it in the Princess Volkhonsky’s garden, now the grounds of the British Ambassador’s residence, which we got a scholar-assisted entree into. It reminds me of its wicked cousin, the Belladonna, [...]
November 14, 2011 – 9:42 am
Dear Sophie, And the crowd jeered, “Buffoone! Buffoone!” But in truth, as with so many of these things, only some several dozen were involved, and the fickle eye of the media zeroed in and embiggened the pyschoemotional drama. Frightfully mediagenic. (Right: Earlier today, pre-resignation, outside the Chigi Palace, journos awaiting announcements; the mob yet to arrive.) [...]
November 11, 2011 – 11:11 am
For the last few days, crisscrossing the cobblestones of the Eternal City, looking at the locals scurrying past (guiltily?); the other tourists prowling for a meal; tour leaders flagging forward their weary charges, I’ve been wondering about the Fall of Rome, the Fall of Eurozone; the Fall of Contemporary capitalism. I’ve been wondering about art, [...]
November 10, 2011 – 10:13 am
And so to table. One thing I recalled from our last visit to Italy was the restraint shown with alcohol. You seldom saw a local have more than a glass or maybe two at dinner. Very civilised. This despite the vino de casa usually being light and easy. But today we are here for the [...]
