Eva's Wine Cellar

Eva
I searched in my memory closet, found my old labor union hat and donned it in support of the Gondoliers. I would walk their picket line but I no longer can walk on water.

BBB

If it weren't for Italy, anarchism wouldn't have the good name it now enjoys.

True, dys.

LOL, osso!

I'd suggest an online petition in support of the gondoliers, BBB, but that's just too anachronistic.

Anachronistic, walking on water? Anarchistic as a way to go.
Go! Gondoliers...



(er, this being neither here nor there, I just finished the thriller, Pompeii...)

No, "anachronistic" as in (lemme look this up)...anything that seems to be out of its proper time in history. As in, medieval gondoliers vs. online petitions. Make sense now?

Chronosynclastic infudibulum = those places ... where all the different kinds of truths fit together at, more or less, the same time.
anarchistic infudibulum = those places where Italians go to eat where it's required to speak, gesticulate, chew, vote, pray and swallow simultaneously.(while at the same caressing the thigh of his neighbors wife) singing encouraged but optional.

Nice, nice

I will never forget the thread where you introduced the "chronosynclastic infidubla," dys. (Defined there as "where all things wrong are made right...also upside down.) That was a brilliant piece of writing. It's what got me hooked on A2K.

So...is it spelled "infidubla" or "infudibula"?

(The anarchistic type sounds like even more fun.)

Eva, I deny everything. I was just coming home late and saw nothing. Speaking of dinner last night, I was only humming Don Giovanni.(hands in my pockets of course)

Ooooohhhh....my head!

How long have I been asleep? We DEFINITELY had too much wine in that last bistro. Last I remember, Francis opened another bottle and promised us a tour of Paris. And here we all are, lying on the sidewalk in the same clothes we were wearing a month ago...did we actually sleep here?!

What time is it, anyway? My watch seems to be missing.

What day is it?

Ummm....what month is it?



Hmph. Some tour guide that Francis is. Gets us drunk and leaves us in the gutter. He could have at least checked us into a cheap hotel, I think.

Hey! Where's my purse?! OH NO! My passport was in there!

So Francis left you drunk laying in the gutter and took your
purse? What do you know!

Thank goodness I took a side trip through the Provence
while you were with Francis on tour.

The first thing you need now Eva is a good drink and
something to eat. Look here is a little Bistro that looks
quite inviting.

Just checkink the best accomodation...

First I want you to take a look on this Avenue...

In the middle right of it, did you nocticed a red spot?

And what is behind the red spot?

A place, even though well-known, I would like to take you all to!

Fouquet's.

We are arriving :

Oh, that looks very charming and inviting, and most importantly,
the sun is shinning. It would be nice to sit outside.

Please, do take a seat!

Francis, why is this place so special?

I took a similar picture in 1994.

CJ - Time to time I stop here to have a drink or lunch. Other than you can see life as it's going, in this place you can meet many celebrities.
Last time (three months ago) I met M. Englund here.

This Englund? http://www.alibris.com/search/search.cfm?S=R&wauth=Harold+M.+Englund&siteID=PmFI5OlCKw4-VJ_.V6CzFQ.X16nI7IiJhw