En vivo desde Cartagena… but FOist, lines at La Soupe Populaire extend beyond George Clooney’s coffee capsules shop and spill over to Tim Apple Shack at Le celebrated Marché de Saint–Germain… la llamada French “l’Opéra Comique” is alive and well at Rue Clément.
“Submitted for your approval”, oh mighty Préfet de Police á Cité, Metro Line 4 (NOW with improved “particles“):
Once again, monsieur Le President de París, we remind you that we [Armando Segovia / Armando Serrano Prieto] don’t select Katty Kay’s non-talking points in America de los estados unidos, we simply catalogue the Fauna y los animalitos that thrive in BRACKISH WaWa’s.
For the record, without the revolt that ousted Tunisian president, Ben Ali, there probably WOULD HAVE NOT BEEN a “Caravana por La Paz con Justicia y Dignidad” en la Casa de España en el Instituto Cervantes, casi esquina con Longchamps.
Please be advised that in February of 2011, the scene at Trocadero was a virtual Estuario from where the waters of Tunisian discontent swirled together with the “opportunistic” cancelation of The Year of Mexico in France, which then spawned into the Mexican Administration of U.S. Ambassador, jOn Meachum.
… Oh, hey Hallie Jackson:
How’bout a TEAR for White Privilegie, tearing up heritage, eh‽
Anyway, Ari MELVER, you might bee wandering why all this long–WAY–BACK–when FALLBACK rollo, WELL it’s very Simple. It is because the AIDE to the Chief of Police à La Prefectutre de Cite thinks that my FUCKEN GOAL WITH THIS most inconsequential Blog is to write a « book »… as if Eye was yet another “American in a café, in Paris”, or worse: