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How Does One Say “Lagging” in French

Posted on June 16, 2014 in Culture Reality As Such

Phew, running behind here.

So after the whole key thing was resolved I did the obvious thing, and took in some modern art at the Centre Pompidou. You know a place is classy when its bathroom graffiti requires a passing familiarity with art history to enjoy.

This painting, from 1928, predicts 99% of all video game level design. Time to get a new paradigm, fellas.

If you know me, you may be aware that my dream has hitherto to been to live in a concrete cube atop a single column. This is no longer the case. I now want to live in a house based on this architectural maquette. I’m not sure about what would be under it. Maybe a deck supported by a single column.

On Saturday I went to the Marche aux Puces in Saint Ouen. Despite not really being a shopping person, I really like being up there. I think I find it funky like a French village while simultaneously being very much in Paris. Unfortunately, I had a really shocking disappointment when I went to cafe that I had really enjoyed when I’d been there with C and was served a quiche that had clearly come out of the fucking microwave. Not on, French people, not on.

In the afternoon I finally found Buttes Chaumont, which, as mentioned previously, shouldn’t have required two days of effort. Once there, I was rewarded with a pretty great over-the-top folly, and a very nice greenspace generally.

As always, however, don’t think too much about that water. Good enough for ducks, and that’s about it.

My Feet Will Go On

Posted on June 13, 2014 in Life

So yesterday was Sacre Coeur day, which was pretty great. When C and I were here, there was some kind of exciting event going on, which was great because we got to watch this massive procession and listen to a bunch of neat chanting, but it also interrupted some things. In particular, we didn’t get a very good look at the main vault of the church, and the part of the crypt with the incredibly creepy relics (WHY DO PEOPLE DO THIS!?!?) was closed. I enjoyed a fuller experience of both of these, although my enjoyment of the vault was definitely less ambivalent.

But we all know what the point of coming up here is, right? So far I’ve had 100% beautiful sunny days, and while the heat and light in Paris can be pretty brutal, I’ve definitley avoided too much of that. In short, the vest possible staring out into space from the top of a massive church weather. The downside is that it really empasizes what I sacrificed in deciding to save space by not brining a real camera. Well, playing to the strengths of what I have, here’s a selfie of me on my way back down again.

In my subsequent wanderings around Montmartre, I saw a lot of people eating delicious-looking omelets, and some cool graffiti.

Okay, there’s more yesterday, but I’m quite groggy now. Hodge podge dating to continue apace!