Monday, March 29, 2010
So many, many words! How to choose just one? May I take two or three please? They're very short. Even together they're not as big as "Wednesday", or "Bandersnatch"...
Pack the bags lightly
fill the pockets
water the plants and feed the cats
by foot or by rail
we shall go where we have not gone before
Furnished with snacks.
We will not always speak the language
but we will smile.
We will not always be on the map
which we forgot on the train anyway.
There's a place down the road we haven't been before
Other bus stops can be found here. Have a great adventure!
Friday, March 26, 2010
But lucky for the Shootout I was in Paris this past weekend, and man, do they have bridges!
This is one of the oldest ones across the Seine, massive and grey.
This one connects the Rive Gauche to the Isle de la Cité.
What I love about this shot is there's a Monsieur Chat in it, though you really have to know to look for it! For the Monsieur Chat story and closer photos, click here.
There are hundreds of locks now, all different shapes and colors.
In fact, there's probably not a bridge in the city limits from which you can't see the next one or even several.
I love the shape of it.
Not many of the metro lines cross the river. They tend to follow it, so it's nice that you can just walk across instead of having to mess with changing metro trains just to go one stop.
I like to suggest riding this line, in spite of the occassional scuzziness of the metro, because when I turn around here, there's this view:
That's it for this time!
I'll post some black & whites on another occassion. Someday when I have the time and the software to play around with it.
Connect to other FSO bloggers here, and have a good weekend.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Is this the end of our black & white friend?
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
It started in Orleans, but all over Paris there are graffitis of 'Monsieur Chat'.
Now that I've pointed them out to my friends Letitia & Bruno, they're going to be seeing them all over!
Do you have M Chat in your city?
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
I went out there, in the cold and the sleet and the rain and the flood and the earthquake and the mudslide and the drought and the crushing heat and all, and there was No Bus.
Because this is France.
and the bus is on strike today.
The busdrivers are protesting somethingorother. Something about retiring at age 5.
I am protesting
against the absense of the bus.
And I will be grumbling
all the way home again.
hop on TFE's Monday magic, y'all
Friday, March 19, 2010
maybe next time. And next time I'll go someplace that at least has a vending machine at the station to get a Coke or a bottle of water. Never mind. I had enough time left to walk back to one of the larger streams and take a drink there. No telling if I've poisoned myself. Didn't seem to do any harm.