Sometimes we just like to sum up our point of view with a bit of advice and commentary, sometimes practical, sometimes inane, sometimes to make ourselves feel wise, sometimes to blowoff steam.
There is a common misconception that Paris shuts down during the month of August, that it becomes a ghost town abandoned to tourists while Parisians all flee to country homes and nude beaches.
A man with a passion will view the entire world though the optic of that passion. Whatever it may be—wine, women, motorcycles, baseball, Egyptology, fishing, or chess—he is capable of seeing in his passion every imaginable type of relationship, aspiration, contentment, dispair communion, and lesson of life. If that man is a writer then he will eventually set down his experiences in words and use them to try to make sense of the wider world.
I know food bloggers are supposed to be into food, but do they really have to tell us everything they eat? They remind me of 12-year-old girls with half-chewed food in their mouth, sticking their tongues out to get attention. Not very appetizing.
Parisians of the partying kind have long lamented the decline of the city’s nightlife. Those over 45 date the good ole days to the 1980s, those over 30 manage to cite a couple of highlights of the 90s, and those in their 20s simply criticize Paris for not being New York or Madrid.
It takes no more than a few clicks or a phone call to reserve a rental car in Europe, but when things go wrong, either from consumer ignorance or agency handling, it can take months to dig your way out of rental car hell.
You may think that the title of this opinion piece is a joke from The Onion, yet that’s precisely what Senator Lamar Alexander of Tennessee said in the Weekly Republican Address of April 25, 2009 when he declared that the new budget passed by Congress “makes the United States literally ineligible to join France in the European Union.”
Paris, Election Season 2008—During those unforgettable, breath-holding seconds during the 2008 Superbowl when Eli Manning was making his mind-boggling escape from Patriot rushers and releasing a monstrous pass that was so incredibly caught by David Tyree with only a minute left in the Superbowl, I was asleep.
