europe 2001: croissants and crime, baby
For those of you who actually want to read ad nauseam the
account of my trip to europe (and for me when I'm feeling
all maudlin), here goes. The abridged version can be found
in the photo gallery.
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paris :: smiling and nodding
venice :: our international crime
spree commences
nice :: the rooster is god
barcelona :: picasso and the
spanish mullet
valencia :: why that's a vegetable
madrid :: i was an eight-year-old
mother
san sebastian :: heaven.
but with fat men
paris, again :: maybe versailles
needs an extra gardener
dublin :: nope. no guinness here
galway :: lookin' for craic
london :: it's pronounced "lester"
special nerd extra :: fontography
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<start the story>
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