curi·ous {Old French curios} Drawn to investigate, prick up the ears, ponder for the sake of pondering. Enticed by mysteriously labeled bottles.
vo·luptu·ary {Late Latin volupturius} A lass devoted to the pursuit of pleasure. An unabashed epicurean, hedonist, libertine, sensualist, lotus-eater.
Today we went to the Centre Pompidou and saw a rather silly but entertaining show on Beckett.
I wasn’t really in the mood for museums, this trip is all about exploring, on foot, metro, foot again. My calf muscles are beyond aching, but this is what makes me happy these days. The French women who do [...]
Walking down the Boulevard Clichy (where the Moulin Rouge still twirls it’s windmill and ghosts of absinthe, can-can, and Mistinguett, haunt daft, thrill-seeking tourists who titter at the giant neon sign SEXY) this: a man asleep on the bench, passed out drunk. In lieu of a 40 ouncer? Bottle of champagne. My kinda town.
Later as [...]
We had incredible weather today, this must be why Billie Holiday sings about April in Paris. A revelation to wear a frilly skirt after all the days of snow boots. And Lilac seaon! (these are not Lilac, but smell lovely…)
After twelve hours sleep (brutal red-eye flight, neva-eva again!) we walked all day. Gargoyle tits and [...]
Tonight we went to The Moth story series at the NYPL. People, writers, some famous, some not, get up and tell stories grouped loosely by theme. This time everyone had been a guest at Yaddo, an artist’s residency in Saratoga Springs, and were there to dish the dirt. A few days earlier this week I [...]