Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Monday, January 28, 2013
Sunday, January 27, 2013
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Saturday, January 26, 2013
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The crusty pleasure
Fine French dining at its finest. I eat this like 25 times a day.
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The best ramen in Paris
Or at least the ramen that inspires the longest lines. It's Kotteri Ramen Naritake, at 31 Rue des Petits Champs, near the opera.
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Thursday, January 24, 2013
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Musée d’histoire de la médecine, Paris
Some medieval knives used for amputations
The museum of the history of medicine is on 12 Rue de l'Ecole de Médecine, and the Odéon metro stop. It's on a side street right next to the Starbucks. The winter hours are 2-5pm, except Thursdays and Sundays. A full-price ticket is just 3.50 euros. The museum is hidden away on the third floor of a grand university building from 1803.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
more scenes from Shakespeare and Company
many more posts about tumbleweeding and Shakespeare and Company are listed here.
After the jump, some old bios and some weird finds from the bookshelves.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Tumbleweed Hotel, Shakespeare and Company
It's very hard to express what an amazing miracle it is to sleep overnight at Shakespeare and Company. To live here (for free), you have to show up at the store and ask Sylvia, the owner, George Whitman's daughter (you can't reserve a place or anything). The winter's less crowded than the summer, but you can't ever be sure of a spot. How long can you stay as a tumbleweed? Most people stay a week to a month, but one guy stayed seven years. The only requirements, other than tidiness, are that you have to work 2 hours a day in the shop, read a book a day, and write a one-page biography of your life. Upstairs in George's old room are thousands and thousands of these one-page biographies, going back five decades.
many more posts about tumbleweeding and shakespeare and company are listed here.
and here are my best ideas for travel on the cheap, if you'd like to see!
The sheep child
Lygra, Norway, 2012
"I woke, dying,
In the summer sun of the hillside, with my eyes
Far more than human. I saw for a blazing moment
The great grassy world from both sides,
Man and beast in the round of their need,
And the hill wind stirred in my wool,
My hoof and my hand clasped each other,
I ate my one meal
Of milk, and died
Staring ..."
--from James Dickey, The Sheep Child
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