My final day in Paris.
Telephone tag! Improper metro use! Naked pillow fights!
All some of these things occurred on Monday morning, trying to rendez-vous with Victoria to finally get inside of Notre Dame de Paris. 2,412 more words
The Easter Bunny brought a whopper of a basket to Broadway last week, as the overlap of the holiday with Gotham schools’ spring break schedule resurrected sales so boffo they wouldn’t be out of place during the year-end yuletide weeks that are the Rialto’s most profitable frames. 445 more words
I’ve decided to rest my Blogger blog for a while to try out this WordPress blog. I don’t know how much I’ll like it and I’m not sure whether I’ll persevere with this blog but as far as I’m concerned, this really isn’t my main concern. 522 more words
It is difficult to say which of George du Maurier’s three novels, Peter Ibbetson (1891), Trilby (1894), or The Martian (1897), is the most intriguing and surprising. 1,882 more words