新年快乐

Exit the dragon.  Enter the snake.  

Next up is the year of the horse.  My year.  My time.  You know what I mean, you select few from back in the day.

Happy New Year kiddies!

Circles

Another day, another foe vanquished from my big bad list o’ things to do. I’d been itching to trek around the Périphérique of Paris ever since I first got here. So armed with my trusty Google Maps app and accompanied by Emily, a fellow inmate from Soviet Canuckistan, I set off on a wonderfully sunny Saturday afternoon to conquer the mean streets of Paris.

Map of Mordor and our journey to Mount Doom!

Our route took us just inside the Boulevard Périphérique to make crossing bridges easier and avoid busy highways. We started off around Cité Universitaire heading eastward, keen on quickly making this hike our bitch. Of course, we had to stop approximately five minutes thereafter to check out the vintage market that popped up at Stade Charléty for the weekend; so much cool stuff! Half an hour later, we set off again.

Burke

Wills

It was curious to see firsthand each arrondissement’s unique character. We encountered all sorts of interesting sculptures and buildings and assorted green spaces. I’d like to say that they were all marvelous and posh, but as we trekked from the 20th into the 19th our surroundings clearly took a turn for the worse; unless you consider trash and garbage bags strewn about to be “art”.  At one point we started to descend below street-level to explore abandoned train tracks and tunnels, but were warned off by some pleasant Roma. So we continued on and soon spied a small shanty town through holes in a fence. Simultaneously fascinating and heartbreaking. Heading into the 18th brought a return to the relatively normal, and things definitely picked up again in the 17th. Scrooge McDuck would feel right at home.

    

    

It finally started to get dark as we hit the 16th and more familiar 15th. Hunger was beginning to strike, and priorities being what they are, I made a 15 minute stop in a pâtisserie to pick up some goodies. I suddenly had mad cravings for sushi, and I must admit I nearly quit the path in search of something decent near Porte d’Orléans; however, we’d come too far to quit now. So we pushed on and soon sweet, sweet victory was ours!

Cheeky

Cheekier

The whole circuit took 8 hours, including stopping off at the vintage market, the pâtisserie, and other various mini-excursions off the main track. I had estimated a hike of 6 or 7 hours optimally, so that wasn’t too bad.  I think we probably could have walked another few hours had we not stopped just then, but once we did we totally crashed. My brand new socks had completely worn away at the heels, a result of using winter boots instead of proper hiking boots or my beloved Vibrams, which I avoided due to the possibility of wet weather. As a matter of fact, we experienced clear blue skies, light hail, rain, sunshine, and more hail, before it settled down for the evening and night. The variety of weather really added to the experience.

Taking cover from the hailstorm

Smurfberry Trees

Oh, and I got my sushi reward in the end via a post-hike feast from Sushi Shop. Thankfully you can order and pay online without too much hassle (take note Pizza Hut).  I was actually quite impressed with the speed of delivery and the quality of the product, not having expected much from a chain. I’ll definitely be ordering from them again. Finally, we finished the night in style with Seven Psychopaths. 'Cause you just can't go wrong with The Walken.

Here are a few more snaps:

À la prochaine!

Une Année à Paris

So young and innocent. Pray for Mojo.

One year in Paris.  Today.  It’s been a wild and crazy ride; not easy, no, but definitely more ups than downs.  I’ve met so many cool and interesting friends, worked with the best and brightest, improved my French (still with Quebecois accent, or so I’ve been told), eaten the yummiest foods, travelled to exotic locations, and just plain had fun. And while I did not ride the lion (I kept slipping; photos of me humping the lion’s ass whilst attempting to do so have been omitted out of respect for said lion), I did make it up there with him.  I said I would when I got here, and I did.

I am one lucky son-of-a-bitch.

Brought to you by Fishy Joe’s.  Ride the Walrus!

Courtesy of world-renowned photographer and sometimes ninja, Avi.

A much older and wiser Norm.

Okay, just a much older Norm.

À bientôt, mes amis.

The Land of Oz

To my fellow Australians: whether you celebrate a happy Australia Day or mark a more somber Invasion Day, let us all agree on the one thing that can and should bring us together: the name should be changed back to New Holland.

New Holland. So where the bloody hell are you?

While we're at it, let’s switch Melbourne back to Batmania.

Batmania. Pure. West.

For more information:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Holland_(Australia)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_Melbourne

And that's One to Grow On!

After Midnight

The best things happen after midnight.  Even in Paris.

Monsieur Edgar Allan Snow

Brown Sugar

In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming; dreaming of a decent Indian meal in Paris.  Well, wait no more great Cthulhu!  I’ve found the place of your dreams. 

The best Indian food in Paris is most likely to be found in my kitchen; but the next best option is Akash, located in the 4th arrondissement:  http://www.akash.fr/

I stumbled upon it whilst searching for Ras Malai, those sweet sugary balls of pure bliss.  I ordered my usual: lamb korma (hot) with garlic naan, mango lassi, and Ras Malai.  I asked for my dish to be served «très très très piquante» and it actually came out … mildly spicy! This is a million times spicier than I’ve found in the few Indian restaurants I’ve tried to date. And the mango lassi was a real mango lassi, not that milkshake-style crap one tends to get 50% of the time.  All in all, the food was good, the service was excellent, and I had an enjoyable time.  The one caveat: it’s pricey (for el cheapos like me).  My usual cost just over 31€.  But can you really put a price on happiness?

Well, yes.  But for the occasional night out on the town, Akash is a good choice.

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!

Songs to Soothe the Tortured Soul

A dimly lit room ...

a cup of tea ...

Listening to ...

1) Maybe Sparrow - Neko Case

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qclxx4uO0ac

Listen to Neko.  She will blow you away.  I ♥ Neko.

2) The Last of the Good - The Sadies

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UckmTZXPz18

ZeD introduced me to the Sadies.  The Sadies introduced me to Neko.

3) Sleeping Satellite - Tasmin Archer

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yGL2lcaRYqk

As Bill Shatner says, better to have been a “has been” than a “never was.”

4) 6 Underground - Sneaker Pimps

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2eBZqmL8ehg

See above.

5) Anything, Anything - Dramarama

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Azj_AjdNWwY

On A Nightmare on Elm Street 4 (cockroach girl) soundtrack.

6) Big Empty - Stone Temple Pilots

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M0rdVMSdnJs

Great things about The Crow: Freaking Awesome Soundtrack.  Fantastic look and feel, with the right balance of comic book drama, romance, action, and dark atmosphere.  Great cast and acting.

Bad things about The Crow: they killed Brandon Lee.  They killed him.  Dead. 

Still, great movie.

7) A Not Quite Perfect Film - Lousy Robot

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_G-YmKiqTE

Yes, I saw it there.  So did you.  Sinner.

8) Everybody Knows - Leonard Cohen

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mEQldSi-heE

LEONARD NORMAN COHEN.

From Montreal.

The end.