The Marais has some jewels - especially the Musée de la Chasse et Nature (also bereft of vittles) - but you have to pay for them in the tedium of expensive crapshops, chainshit and a swarm of arseholes, some on scooters.
Kudos to the guy in the Uruguayan rugby shirt for surprise outfit of the day.
The cast for A Soldier's Song is announced!
A post announcing my next theatre collaboration, working with director Victoria Welsh to put on aproduction of Marivaux's 'Les Fausses Confidences' in a new, original, translation with the Crouch End Players.
Great pizza, bored staff, tedious customers.
Good food, poor choices. I have to say that eating tête de veau isn't something I'll do again in a hurry. The meaty bits were ok but the gluey bits were ... gluey.
High quality onglet on a sunny terrace. Good times.