Au parc

So I was out taking a walk one day with my little "Paris Walks Cards: 50 Adventures on Foot" companion box (such an original title huh?), and the directions said "enter the park to see a bunch of grandparents watching their grandchildren." Whatever that means. So I walk inside the exotic looking park with my roommate and sure enough, we pretty much just walked into a day care. So I took (a rather blurry) picture, and here is the evidence :)







Oops, I forgot to make this face the right way, you will just have to use your imagination. Pretty trees, huh?

















A window and a bridge at some castle somewhere.














I love it how the French don't automatically associate pumpkins with Halloween (haha, L'Halloween, qu'est-ce que c'est?).
















Why can't they turn Sugarhouse park into something like this?












Natalie et moi.













....silence.....

Scary Eyes

My scary eyes after my makeover at Sephora on the Champs Elysée. Vous l'aimez?

The Boring Buildings Part

I know, that moat is disgusting. I don't know how the ducks survive it (but I'm glad they do, because they are freaking cute
!) So here we have pictures of a couple chateau. It was interesting to compare and contrast the bulky, defense-centered castles of the Middle Ages to the beautiful, garden filled castles of the Renaissance.

The Alley

Just some "alley-way" pictures. I guess they aren't that exciting, but I like them :)

Stuffed

What is the difference between a stuffed duck in American and a stuffed duck in France? The stuffed duck in America is either a cute little stuffed animal toy, or some strange science project that can be found in museums. The stuffed duck in France means that food is somewhere nearby. There isn't a lot of differentiation between the food and the animal itself (I mean seriously, look at that duck dish- it might have as well died on the plate).
Anyways... so the first picture is a stuffed duck outside of a foie gras (stuffed duck liver) shop, the second is a gizzard salad (which looks disgusting, but is actually really, really good), the third is confit canard (duck cooked in its own fat), and the last picture is mousse au chocolat (need I say more). Here is another reason to go to the Dordogne Region of France - not only do you get to take a canoe ride down the river and hike an Italian sized hill, but you get to eat gizzards, ducks (that look like they have died on the plate, yet taste better than any kind of duck you will find anywhere else), and mousse au chocolat (pretty much the equivalent of heaven).

Dordogne

Dordogne (to be said with a French "r" and a "dogne" that comes from the gut). We rented our little canoes, ate our peaches and pastries on the river, dipped our feet in the water, and worked off lunch with a climb to the top of the hill (pretty much so steep that we might have as well been in Italy haha).

Whahaha!!

Sweet! We'll see if this actually lasts. I was thinking this could be a nice little place people could come see pictures and stuff (so that I don't have to send like a million pictures to everyone, just to make everyone wait a million years to open such large files - and then make people figure out how to organize these random pictures in their email that they aren't about to make their background or anything) and I can also make pointless little ramblings to waste time in my favorite little internet cafe (as long as the inscense isn't too strong). Ummm... yeah, that's it. Ciao!