Post by georgeleitch on Apr 9, 2012 18:32:39 GMT -5
I was going to write this on Sunday but my computer died on me and I just got it fixed. I grew up using a dippy pen then graduated to a ball point and from them to a typewriter and thence a computer and I don't know how I survived all these years without a computer. However, my Mac is now an expensive piece of junk as my motherboard has crashed according to Geek squad. Back to Windows which I hate. Anyway, enough of my travails with electronics.
On Wednesday we went to Rue des Rosiers and L'As du Falafels. We stopped off at Oliviers and picked up some EV as Rachael Ray puts it and some mustard. We trudged off looking for this fabled place and eventually found it and ordered the pita de jour.Now, I don't know what sort of animal the Falafel is but what I ate ,or tried to anyway ,was kind of appropriate to the word at the start of the name. It was revolting.Sorry to all of you who dote on the stuff but I was not impressed. A ball of something or other shot out of the pita and bounced twice on my shirt front before nestling on my pants. This was closely followed by a mess of green and white bits of whatever slithering down my chin and again onto my shirt which now looked like a Jackson Pollock painting. I also had an Israeli beer which wasn't at all bad.
We then went to the Carnavalet museum which was interesting but full of officious wee women wearing red blazers, sitting on hard chairs and yelling "No flash".I must inform you all that I am not, nor ever have been a "flasher" and I do not even own a grey mac so I have to assume they meant my camera. I hope so anyway.I was disappointed in the Carnavalet as there wasn't all that much about the revolution as such. I wanted at least one shot of the guillotine perhaps with action replays but nothing at all.After dragging our litre of EVOO and huge jar of mustard about for hours,off we went homewards.Once more we stopped off at a local hostelry and downed a couple of tummy warmers while watching the working stiffs filing past on their way home. I forget what we had for supper so it couldn't have been all that memorable.That finished day 5.
On Wednesday we went to Rue des Rosiers and L'As du Falafels. We stopped off at Oliviers and picked up some EV as Rachael Ray puts it and some mustard. We trudged off looking for this fabled place and eventually found it and ordered the pita de jour.Now, I don't know what sort of animal the Falafel is but what I ate ,or tried to anyway ,was kind of appropriate to the word at the start of the name. It was revolting.Sorry to all of you who dote on the stuff but I was not impressed. A ball of something or other shot out of the pita and bounced twice on my shirt front before nestling on my pants. This was closely followed by a mess of green and white bits of whatever slithering down my chin and again onto my shirt which now looked like a Jackson Pollock painting. I also had an Israeli beer which wasn't at all bad.
We then went to the Carnavalet museum which was interesting but full of officious wee women wearing red blazers, sitting on hard chairs and yelling "No flash".I must inform you all that I am not, nor ever have been a "flasher" and I do not even own a grey mac so I have to assume they meant my camera. I hope so anyway.I was disappointed in the Carnavalet as there wasn't all that much about the revolution as such. I wanted at least one shot of the guillotine perhaps with action replays but nothing at all.After dragging our litre of EVOO and huge jar of mustard about for hours,off we went homewards.Once more we stopped off at a local hostelry and downed a couple of tummy warmers while watching the working stiffs filing past on their way home. I forget what we had for supper so it couldn't have been all that memorable.That finished day 5.
Let the riot begin! LOL - 
hahahha