And I must now reveal a secret to you: I have been to France. And, actually, it was surprisingly "like the Love Boat, only sleazier." It must be my karma?
First installments, coming in May!
But I need a title! Please vote at the side bar. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Update: I forgot to add: Please feel free to suggest something different! The last title is a good description.
I voted for Why Paris Why? I'm quite intrigued because Paris is my third spiritual home and yes, it's a bit of a hot mess.
ReplyDeleteWhy, Paris, Why? or Why Paris, Why? Tottaly different meanings: like "Let's eat Grandpa" and "Let's eat, Grandpa" - commas, they save lifes. I love Paris, but I can see how things can go wrong in Paris. To start with, it is full of French. Then, it is full of foreigners. That makes it overcrowded. I think "High Art and Humiliations: tales of a springtime in Paris, minus the dirty bits" (or something to the effect) would be a a great subtitle. Last time I was in Paris (one week or so ago), I met an American girl, from Missouri, at a local Irish pug, where I stopped to eat breakfast, use the internet (fail!) and see Chelsea beat Arsenal (coached by a French coach, Arsene) 6-0. She went for s spring break, stayed for 5 years, and counting.
ReplyDeleteANd notice my avatar. If you can name it, I will tell you more stories about France. Did you eat frog legs yet?
ReplyDeleteI definitely mean to address Paris personally, and ask, "Why, Paris?" Commas are intentionally placed.
ReplyDeleteI don't know the avatar! But I'll keep thinking.
Oh, and I've never eaten the frogs legs! I think the French are way too French, personally.
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