Some time around 2010, give or take a year, I was on one of these family holidays with all the uncles around. Some treasure unearthed from grandpa’s eclectic bookshelf made the rounds. Someone had randomly taken the book out and after a few pages started reading a bunch of memorable passages out loud to the […]
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Les Invalides arrived to Turin
You will have to excuse us. The last week was kind of over-demanding. We cycled day and night, we ate quite the minimum, we slept in the floor, in the most marvellous grass that rendered every other grass un-tent-able, we crossed the Alps, we broke personal speed records, we got a Crash Course Italian Culture, […]
Paris, part Two: Retrospect
Continue from Paris, Part One: Les Jongleurs Sunday was quite a relaxed day that started with a rush to get to Saint Sulpice church, for an organ concert Leon was absolutely reluctant to miss. All five of us, we actually attended to the whole mass: organ was playing before, during, and half an hour after. The church […]
Paris, Part One: Les Jongleurs
What are a Venezuelan, a Cordovan, and a Westphalian, doing at the house of a Gaditan and a Saxon in Paryż? No, it is not ‑yet- a joke. In a small world, a relative of a friend of a relative of a friend of my mother ‑was it like that?- whom I haven’t seen in ages, […]
Enter Cyclist No. 3
Paris is a dream to cycle in. As a Münster native I’m used to rude cyclists and tough laws – here you don’t have the tough laws, so you’re free to race through one-way roads in the wrong direction, cutting off some motorbike’s way, going over red and getting some pedestrian bloke to do a […]