Serge Gainsbourg slept here

Famous dead musician pilgrimage, part deux!  Genevieve Rolla thought that Serge Gainsbourg’s famous home was now a museum so I decided to seek it out.  And apparently I’ve been walking past it nearly everyday since I’ve been here as it’s only a couple blocks from my place.  I always wondered what all that wild graffiti was doing in a staid neighborhood like the 7th.  It’s not open to the public, but there is certainly plenty to look at!

Of statues in the 7th – bronze, marble and fur

The absolute best museum in Paris is also it’s best bargain – the Musée Rodin and sculpture garden.  There is a formal indoor museum, but since Auguste Rodin is most famous for his beautiful, imposing bronze sculptures (most famously for ‘The Thinker’, above) there is no point to staying indoors when the best stuff is outside, where the artist intended!

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Hot sauce and robot fights

In France you get a little caught up in doing all things French, such as “tonight let’s go eat foie gras” or “France is in the Rugby World Cup finals – par-tay!”, but sometimes you’re in the mood for something not so native, or maybe even your own country’s creature comforts.

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This is the end…

I’ve always thought it would be a perfectly Rude American activity to visit Jim Morrison’s final resting place at Cemeterie Pere Lachaise, but I could never find the appropriate partner in crime to join in the fun.  That is until Jeff Mirek came for a visit! Continue reading

Rain rain, go away

Better go play in the kitchen today!  I was supposed to have a very busy day, running errands, heading down to the Foundation Cartier to see David Lynch’s drawings, you know, just another Tuesday in Paris.  Given that none of these tasks were essential, I decided to sit out the clouds and be creative indoors.

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The making of Ratatouille

No, this isn’t a behind the scenes account of the beloved Pixar flick (my favorite of the lot really) but a step by step guide to making the Provençal favorite from the goodies I purchased at the Marché Raspail.

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The Death of Marat

A funny thing happened during my trip to Brussels that actually fully justified the time and expense, and it was a complete surprise.  Towards the end of my visit to the Ancient Arts Museum, I stumbled into a room in the back which housed several French paintings.  Almost ignoring it completely, I did notice they had a few by Jacques-Louis David, the preeminent painter on the French Revolution and Napoleonic era, and I quite like his work.

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You know I don’t speak Flemish!

I have no idea why I was so hellbent on going to Brussels.  Since missing my chance on Wednesday, I knew I would regret not taking advantage of all this time in Paris to visit the capital of the European Union.  The refrain of “it’s only an hour twenty by train” was on repeat in my head, so comeback number two was in effect and off I went!

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Oysters and ‘The Artist’ save the day

After yesterday’s debacle, I had to make the most of my return to Paris.  My intention was still to go to Brussels, as it is only an hour and twenty minute train ride direct to the city center.  However, the seven hour journey back from Berlin rendered me non-functional for the first half of the day, making it virtually impossible to catch an 11:25 train from Gare du Nord.  On to plan b…

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Berlin: “Poor but sexy”

A few years ago, the mayor of Berlin was reported to describe his city as “poor but sexy”. Though Germany at large remains the economic powerhouse of the EU, Berlin has had difficulty attracting innovative growth industries, with government being the most prominent employer, so to speak. As a result, the rents remain relatively affordable still and gentrification of the former East Berlin/GDR sectors is slow at best, so artist-types still flock to the city creating a thick bohemian vibe.

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