Roads Less Traveled

I came into Paris last night late enough to see the lights of the Eiffel Tower.  Continue reading →

I haven’t been to Paris in years, yet one thing you can still count on: they don’t know how to make bad food.  I step into a smoke filled bar (yes, the French love their Galouise, unfortunately) and sit down at the counter, ordering up a white wine and a salad, having been on meat overdose in Austria, where their idea of a vegetable is a potato with garnish.  Continue reading →

• How dog-friendly they are-Vienna gets bonus points on this score.  I have seen dogs everywhere.  They are allowed in the city parks, on the trains, and even in the hotel lobbies.  Big dogs, little yappers, doesn’t matter.  They sit at restaurants with their owners.  Without begging.  Compare that with Melbourne, Florida, where they made a big deal out of devoting about a 100 foot section of beach to our furry friends.  Uh, yeah, that’s really worth getting your Explorer trashed over.  “Yes, we will be vacuuming up sugar sand from our carpet for weeks, but Fido got to run for a full 15 seconds before he hit the “No Dog” Zone!”  But maybe Vienna is so dog friendly because the owners are different somehow.  They have this certain quality, this je ne sais quoi, but there’s an English word for it.  Ah!  I remember now!  It’s called being responsible adults.  You know, they do things like muzzle their dogs on trains, and pick up after them, and make sure they’re on a leash, and they even (gasp!) train them so that they don’t shit in the club car, bark at the Invisible Man, or eat people when they get bored of chewing on their chains.

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