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French Open Fever [part 2]

This is a continuation of my previous Roland Garros post.   Novak…on a roll… John McEnroe and Mary Carillo! Isn’t it cute that they were childhood friends, then both became tennis studs, and now they are co-sports announcers?  After Djokovic and Del Potro were done I went to survey the stadium’s food situation. I wasn’t hungry for lunch yet, so I was scoping out the snack options.  I ended up buying some fruit (really the only vegan choice aside from raw carrot sticks and applesauce), which cost me half my monthly paycheck.    Roland Garros… Read more >

Roland Garros

After the luck we were struck down with on the RER commute to Versailles, our trust in Paris’ train system wasn’t great.  And since Laura would rather self-amputate her defective toes than miss part of a tennis match, we were out of the gate excessively early.  I think Wozniaki herself slept in longer than we did. Once caffeine and carbs were had, we were off to Roland Garros. Weee! Having been to the US Open before, I knew tennis fever was going to hit me the second we stepped into the stadium.  [Who am I… Read more >

maoz végétalien

Day three in Paris started similar to the rest, alarm clocks and coffee shops.  Yes shops, plural. Starbucks has soy milk, so the lactose intolerant people went there.  Paul has buttery pastries, so the dairy consumers went there. Sadly, Paul doesn’t allow photography inside.  I know that because I got in trouble the first time I went in, camera raised.  The second time I channeled my inner paparazzi peeping Tom and got these shots. Even loitering a few feet from the doorway (like a creep), I could smell how delicious their treats were.  Melted butter… Read more >

Oh Fwed

Last I left off, we were dining on sushi after a whirlwind day in Versailles.  It was nearly 9 pm at this point and the sun still hadn’t even set…which meant we still had time in the day to fit in more sight seeing. Next up, the Arc de Triomphe! Cue the Eiffel Tower montage… Once again our museum passes were super useful as we slipped right into the front of the line without waiting even a second.  I wasn’t exactly eager to get to the stairs (my poor feet were heavily bandaged at this… Read more >