It’s unclear if he was angry that she ate cookies for breakfast, HIS cookies, or that they were Chips Ahoy (ugh).
“He’s vocal, and claws, and just a ball of fury.”
I’ve seen the Eiffel Tower before (a lot). But nothing prepared me for last night’s post-cataract-surgery display.
Because this apparently came as a surprise to absolutely no one.
The park across from the local city hall in Paris’ 3rd arrondissement has been taken over by a pair of roosters.
“No one has anything against the Jews, [but] why change a name that goes back to the Middle Ages or even further?”
It was an apparent suicide.
I joined a great old friend for a nice 9-hour walk from the Marais up the Rue St. Denis.
Paris’ Carnavalet museum has an exhibit about the Liberation of Paris, and guess who the bad guys are?
Because not every story can be about Ebola, impeachment, or Ann Coulter.