tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749081159166385909.post897269597708271046..comments2024-01-09T17:32:54.394-08:00Comments on blahdeblahblah: Five Odd Things Of ParisMaryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16988552680114857345noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749081159166385909.post-19908040241867219712015-10-20T09:07:44.165-07:002015-10-20T09:07:44.165-07:00She'll want to pilot the plane over, you know....She'll want to pilot the plane over, you know. That will be exciting. scott g.f.baileyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05726743149139510832noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749081159166385909.post-77451845501054152832015-10-19T19:22:55.840-07:002015-10-19T19:22:55.840-07:00Or possibly you don't want your fine suits and...Or possibly you don't want your fine suits and ties to be soaked with cheap gin and who can blame you for that? But next time I'm getting some Old Lady. We need to get Gradka a passport and figure out how we can live in Paris for a year.<br />Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16988552680114857345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749081159166385909.post-62608968895836463452015-10-19T09:13:22.021-07:002015-10-19T09:13:22.021-07:00Imagine my disappointment to learn that "epic...Imagine my disappointment to learn that "epicerie du terroir" means "local grocery" and not "Hellmouth."<br /><br />I'd actually forgotten that we saw Proust's bedroom set in the Musee du Terror. And yes we should've smuggled home a pint of Old Lady. I don't know why I am so twitchy about bottles of booze in the luggage. PTSD from those old American Tourister ads with the gorillas, I guess.scott g.f.baileyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05726743149139510832noreply@blogger.com