Without much of an introduction, I’d like to write a few words about what I consider good painting. I’ve wondered for some minutes now whether to segue into the topic via some masterpieces that have impressed me recently, or via some of the ghastly shit I’ve seen as well. Now, just relying on positive examples […]
Paris
Still far from ready
Hello everyone! Hello to the half dozen of our old readers!, hello to you, fresh follower! These are Leon and Nelson writing to you. We’ve had a little blog affair running here a couple of years (de cuyo número no quiero acordarme) ago, starting with our bike trip from Paris to Rome and thereafter continuing […]
Paris, the fourth
My fourth visit to Paris since this blog started with the first – and finally one from which I got a reasonable amount of drawings!
Back to where we started
What a better way to celebrate a second anniversary in Kraków than by arriving back to the city through the same route that took me before? Münster-to-Krakow can be done many times, and it has been my pleasure to reassure that you do not necessarily need 9 weeks for that. Although to be fair, 9 […]
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We’re awfully sorry for writing less and less; this affliction comes naturally with having just too much to cycle and to look at and too many people to talk to and drinks to down. You people keep asking us about precisely the spots we haven’t covered in detail, so here’s a quick recap of what we’ve […]
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 […]
When you just partially understand
Welcome to France. The land that made Caesar’s career, the country that gave us Charlemagne, a place where you cannot name your pig Napoleon. A country famous for its wine, its cheese, and its general sophistication. A country where if I listen to something I partially understand ‑which happens very often‑, I automatically consider it […]
Preparing to leave Bikeland
32 °C of savage heat and I’m not even in France yet. Accordingly, today’s trip wasn’t done exclusively by bike. I wish so! Instead, I had to spend three hours in the S75 bus from Münster to Bocholt, where they keep the one rack that seems suitable for my bike. My bike’s a beautiful oldtimer (my […]