Red Mosquito

dpupenya wrote:I'm not sure if I'm allowed in France......

Canada, Australia and the UK are all out ..

dad wrote:I will be traveling to Paris for six days next year...actually, five because we're doing a side quest to Brussels. I know we might go to Versailles one day.

I know RMer spike is there now, soon doug rr will be going as well, and surely there are others here who've been.

Looking for restaurant recs, day trips, things to avoid, and things that are must-see.

How far in advance should I be making restaurant reservations?

dad wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:isn't dad a vegetarian?

yes, and i will still try to seek out veg/vegan options while on the trip. i will also partake in snails and meat-eating as it's a vacation. as much as the lifestyle change has served me well, i don't want to say i went to Europe and didn't at least try the cuisine.

also, i still eat seafood on occasion.

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.

tragabigzanda wrote:It's on our radar too. Either that or Disney World.

bart wrote:

dpupenya wrote:I'm not sure if I'm allowed in France......

Canada, Australia and the UK are all out ..

who tf is Australia kidding

spike wrote:Of course. Now share with me your hit list of restaurants.

doug rr wrote:will also be sending back a few hundred euros worth of tinned sardines and whatnot back home as well

Ello Sailor wrote:Sending back sardines back. Got it.

doug rr wrote:Paul Bert