grrl+dog on holidays

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I am on holiday.

 This blog will now become a travel journal whereby

 I boast, brag, moan, whine and generally rub it in
for the next 8 weeks.

Below is the view from our apartment in Paris. 

Please note the spelling
of apartment

 is with two "p"s in French.
Makes all the difference
when the wireless internet password
 is, "appartment".
 Doh.

For extra salt in the wound,

go to Urbandon's blog 

for the un plugged version

 of our trip.

Hong Kong first.
 It's hot and sticky.
We drank lots of beer and got lost.
Then got hot and sticky.
Word to the wise: If you are looking
 for a specific store,
 don't rely on Google.

It's one never ending seventh hell

 of designer shops and malls.

 Even the walkways have shops.

I felt like a hot hamster

on a circular run.

I stayed at the Penisula Hotel.

Once the grand icon of colonialism,

 it's service is impeccable, 

and the high tea an experience.

It was a bucket list choice.

Tick.

A small hiccup with the flight 

had us on our knees thanking 

ghost dog for getting us there.

We made a libation to the spirits that be.

Thankfully Paris is still full of pagan deities.

 Pan in the Luxembourg gardens

Word to the wise: Forget cheap flights.

When the shit hit the fan,

 it pays to fly your country's airline

 and be a member of their club.

 Shortly off to eat macarons here:

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and hit the flea markets here:

shopping

If you are at a loss for comment, have a short
 lesson in french swearing here.
"salope" = bitch in French.
Now I must get back to watching
 a homeless transvestite work her corner of the street,
 just below our aPPartment.
Au revoir.