33. Diner Chez Nous

So, I have this idea where you guys should send us lots of money so we can eat at tons of fabulous restaurants all the time. And then I'll write about it in great detail and it will be as though you were there. Until then:

This stuff is awesome

32. Sebastien Chabal

I can't guarantee that I'll be able to keep this up, but it'd be cool if I could crank out a sonnet a day for y'all.

31. A New Ball Game

I feel like I've been letting you guys down. And me, too. I've been trying to make every blog I write amazing, but sometimes I don't have anything amazing to write about. I mean, I'm in Paris and all, but that doesn't mean that it's exciting. Millions of people live in Paris every day and don't have exciting things happen to them.

The real stars here are the folks off to the left.

30. Paris sous la pluie

The other day it rained. This is not unusual; after about a week of delightful warm weather around the end of March or so, the weather's gone cool and cloudy, with frequent showers. It's nothing like the liquid-oxygen that was the middle of February, nor is it the warm-wet-cotton air of North Carolina or the relentless sun and heat of California that looms before us in a couple months when we return to the US, so I want to relish this cool and wet while we have it.

29. Teenagers: The Squirrely Menace

There're two teenage boys sitting next to me in Villa Borghese, my usual writing haunt while the laundry goes round and round. The presence of these two lads is fortuitous, because otherwise I'd be at a bit of a loss as to what I'd write about this week. But their attitudes and their behavior, while not dangerous in and of themselves, put me in mind of a topic that Megan and I were talking about earlier this week and has come up from time to time before: teenagers, and how they're terrifying, and how that means we're old.

28. La Tour Eiffel est trop grande

I've seen it the whole time we've been here, out our window and across the city. The Eiffel Tower. We've been here for seven months, and we're only going to be here another two, and I just need to gird my man-parts and go up in that thing. Thousands, nay, millions of people do it every year, and hardly anyone gets overcome by the urge to jump or sucked off a railing by a rogue cyclone or flung over the side by psychopathic people-off-tower flingers. It should be safe,right?

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair...

Come, let me tell you about the day I went up in the Eiffel Tower. Well, I should say tried to go up, because...oh, just read on.