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Faites la fete!
Posted on 2009.07.14 at 05:45Current Location: comfy chair
Current Mood:
awake
Current Music: my doves hoo-hooing
Get out those hotdogs and hamburgers, it's Bastille Barbecue Day! It's not supposed to rain on the parade, but you never know. When I was working my office was near the Champs-Elysées and a few days before the parade they'd have a rehearsal. The fighter jets would fly over, so low that it felt like you could almost reach up and touch them.
Went to the Paris Opera the other night. I was afraid it was going to be a 63 euro nap, but it was actually quite nice. I didn't hear anybody snoring like I did when we saw Verdi.
Must away, coffee and comfy chair are calling!
“Opera is where a guy gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.” Robert Burns (Scottish national Poet of Scotland, who wrote lyrics and songs in the Scottish dialect of English. 1759-1796)
Went to the Paris Opera the other night. I was afraid it was going to be a 63 euro nap, but it was actually quite nice. I didn't hear anybody snoring like I did when we saw Verdi.
Must away, coffee and comfy chair are calling!
“Opera is where a guy gets stabbed in the back, and instead of dying, he sings.” Robert Burns (Scottish national Poet of Scotland, who wrote lyrics and songs in the Scottish dialect of English. 1759-1796)