I'm off to liberate Paris

I'm not sure anyone will notice, but I shan't (as Maxine would say) be blogging for awhile. The brunette and I are off to Paris, where I will attempt to mend relations between our two great countries and consume more French wine than is strictly necessary.

Adieu. I'll post a comprehensive discourse on the state of French crime fiction (and French wine) when I return. Or maybe I'll just steal something off Peter's site. Evidently, this Fred Vargas has written a book or two...

Comments

Peter Rozovsky said…
"I'm not sure anyone will notice, but I shan't (as Maxine would say) be blogging for awhile. The brunette and I are off to Paris ...

There are Internet cafés in Paris, mon ami.

Bon voyage.

(The word verfication for this comment is leguf, which sounds as if it should be French but is not.)
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September 20, 2007 at 10:40 PM
Dave Knadler said…
Leguf indeed! Actually, now that you mention it, I probably will attempt a post or two from Paris. I'm told our hotel has free Internet.

I just didn't want to be burdened with the laptop.
September 21, 2007 at 12:21 AM
Peter Rozovsky said…
You made the only correct decision. Only an anhedonic nerd would bring a laptop on vacation. But, fortunately or not, I have been able to blog from several countries.

And now that's it's Sept. 21, my blog is a year old today!

Hmm, beef is boeuf in French, and vegetables are legumes, so leguf must be a balanced diet.
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Detectives Beyond Borders
"Because Murder Is More Fun Away From Home"
http://detectivesbeyondborders.blogspot.com/
September 21, 2007 at 12:59 AM
pundy said…
I too will notice your absence. And if you spot the ghosts of Hemingway or Fitzgerald you will surely blog about it.

Bon voyage.
September 21, 2007 at 12:13 PM
Anonymous said…
Have a wonderful time. I just spent a few days in Padua (hence have not been...etc), and I will not bore you or Peter with my silly attempts to get hooked up to the internet there-- suffice to say that they were, indeed, very silly (as well as unsuccessful, as were my attempts to wrestle with the Italian phone system.)
September 22, 2007 at 3:15 PM
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