December 2019

So the cheese engorged bratwursts were so good, we (I) had to go back for another – Zwei fromage! (hey – it worked). This time… Read More »Day 8 – Nein Brot!

If we’re talking spirit, essence, ambience, I would say Metz markets are more “Traveling show”; dagwood dogs, trinkets, faded facades behind which stand short fat… Read More »Day 7 – Markets aint markets

She sat alone in the restaurant hunched over the table. Her lover wasn’t coming, again, and she pulled her jacket from the chair she’d reserved… Read More »Day 6 – Balance

We awoke to a dark, rainy morning and opted to chill in our relatively expansive dwelling. A brief stroll to the boulangerie, passed opening Christmas… Read More »Day 5 – Too much Christmas food

We chose to walk to the train station, Gare L’Est, or rather, the transport strikes chose for us. We did consider lime scooters, which have… Read More »Day 4 – Paris to Metz

I went for a run this morning – oddly enough, as I never run – perhaps it’s a symptom of living in a cupboard, or… Read More »Day 3 Tres riche

Slept like corpses and were surprised to find it was 8am. Di had bought ‘Paris City Walks – 50 Adventures on foot’. It has cards… Read More »Day 2 – Soupe a L’oignon

Executive Summary Left house to possums, wore the same clothes for 30 hours straight, seemingly consumed seven meals in the same period (happily each with… Read More »Day 1 – Airports