Red Mosquito

Chris_H_2 wrote:

wease wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

doug rr wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

96583UP wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

96583UP wrote:which part of Paris you staying in?

the rich part

there’s a lot of them, though!

i have left bank recommendations if applicable

next to rome, paris is my absolute favorite city in europe (and it would be no. 1 if i didn't have a sentimental attachment to rome from the year that i studied there).

Paris is our favorite by far...once my wife decides to retire we will be spending at least 6 months there and renting a place in place des voges..we checked out apartments there a few years back

take Lenny with you

We’re going to both Paris and Rome next year.

So is dad. you should meet up … without Lenny.

dad wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

wease wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

doug rr wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

96583UP wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

96583UP wrote:which part of Paris you staying in?

the rich part

there’s a lot of them, though!

i have left bank recommendations if applicable

next to rome, paris is my absolute favorite city in europe (and it would be no. 1 if i didn't have a sentimental attachment to rome from the year that i studied there).

Paris is our favorite by far...once my wife decides to retire we will be spending at least 6 months there and renting a place in place des voges..we checked out apartments there a few years back

take Lenny with you

We’re going to both Paris and Rome next year.

So is dad. you should meet up … without Lenny.

we're taking lenny with us to be our interpreter.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

dad wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

wease wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

doug rr wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

96583UP wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

96583UP wrote:which part of Paris you staying in?

the rich part

there’s a lot of them, though!

i have left bank recommendations if applicable

next to rome, paris is my absolute favorite city in europe (and it would be no. 1 if i didn't have a sentimental attachment to rome from the year that i studied there).

Paris is our favorite by far...once my wife decides to retire we will be spending at least 6 months there and renting a place in place des voges..we checked out apartments there a few years back

take Lenny with you

We’re going to both Paris and Rome next year.

So is dad. you should meet up … without Lenny.

we're taking lenny with us to be our interpreter.

I bet the chick-fil-a menus are all in English

96583UP wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

96583UP wrote:which part of Paris you staying in?

the rich part

there’s a lot of them, though!

i have left bank recommendations if applicable

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:In My Oui

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

spike wrote:

96583UP wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

96583UP wrote:which part of Paris you staying in?

the rich part

there’s a lot of them, though!

i have left bank recommendations if applicable

I think right bank not far from the louvre

96583UP wrote:

spike wrote:

96583UP wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

96583UP wrote:which part of Paris you staying in?

the rich part

there’s a lot of them, though!

i have left bank recommendations if applicable

I think right bank not far from the louvre

def recommend going here for brunch one day then:

https://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurant_ ... rance.html

they have more than just the hot chocolate, it's insanely rich and worth trying, but the rest of the food is top notch. such a beautiful area too

wease wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

wease wrote:

E.H. Ruddock wrote:Yeah we used Turo at Christmas. Flew in to NYC, they left the car in short term parking, and we left it in short term when we left. Was a brand new suv and everything was affordable and smooth

How does the key exchange work?

For us it was a lock box hanging on the window with a code the owner gave us. I’d imagine some might be in person though

Ah. Thanks Ruddo

doug rr wrote:booked a week in Paris over my birthday in December...cashed in points for business class sleepers...