This morning I drove Kathryn to work, her car being in the shop today for a minor repair. She typically leaves for work about 90 minutes before I do, so I decided to skip my usual breakfast at home and grab something to eat after dropping her off. I had a hankering for a sausage … Continue reading Excellent customer service at McDonald’s
If you ever get an opportunity to take a Smith System driving course, take it. When I started my current job almost four years ago, my employer required me to take a full-day Smith System driving class, even though my job seldom sees me more than a few feet from the computer, much less behind … Continue reading Smith System driving course: Is it worth your time?
We arrived rather early to our first film at the French Film Festival in Richmond, so we were able to get a photo of the marquee at the Byrd Theatre without a crowd in front of it. The pylons were in place to reserve parking for the shuttle bus carrying the delegation of French filmmakers … Continue reading Marquee above the Byrd Theatre in the evening
We’re home in Phoenix. More photos and stories to follow later in the week.
We arrived at the airport in Richmond a little early, but bad weather in North Carolina and Virginia has been wreaking havoc with air traffic, so our flight to Charlotte is delayed at least an hour. Our connecting flight from Charlotte is also delayed because of the weather, so I’m remaining optimistic we’ll make the … Continue reading Airport delay
I spent five days in Richmond watching French films, and the most ironic thing I saw was on the airport newsstand.
Most likely our last stop before the airport, we’re at Shockoe Espresso & Roastery solely because they’re roasting beans right now and clouds of delicious-smelling coffee smoke are wafting through the neighborhood. Kathryn is inside buying a half-pound to take home with us. Whoever sits next to us on our flights will be in for … Continue reading Coffee roasting infusion
It’s not easy to get a good interior photo of the Byrd Theatre with a mid-tier phone like mine, especially in near darkness. This was the best I could manage. What betrays the age of this place — something you can’t see in photos — is the seating, which is as old as the cinema … Continue reading Inside the Byrd Theatre, Richmond
It seems like we just got here, but we’ve come to the end of the French Film Festival. It was a lot to take in over roughly 72 hours. In numbers, we saw nine feature-length films and two hour-long collections of courts-métrages. The films covered a range of genres including drama, comedy, documentary, and even animated … Continue reading Thus concludes the festival
We attended the reception for the French Film Festival this evening, which afforded us an opportunity, if we so chose, to rub elbows not only with other attendees but also with the delegation of French filmmakers, actors, and technicians who participated here in Richmond. Out of the blue, of all the people present, a notable French … Continue reading Brief encounter with Marianne Denicourt at the French Film Festival reception
We’re just finishing up a great first full day in Richmond. We slept in this morning and had a late breakfast at the hotel. Kathryn went for a more traditional breakfast of pancakes and eggs, while I switched things up and had sauteed shrimp and grits. Lunch was at a restaurant that our Uber driver … Continue reading First full day in Richmond
After last night’s film, we finally got back to the hotel at about 11:30 pm. The hotel lounge apparently closes at 10 pm, and our room doesn’t have a minibar, so we walked down the street to a local Irish pub for a nightcap. I entered the pub fully expecting to order a typical Irish … Continue reading Nightcap of Legend Brown
Although it didn’t start until after 10 pm, we made it through our first film at the French Film Festival yesterday, Au nom de ma fille. Since film titles are not always translated literally, this film has been called either In Her Name or Kalinka in English, the latter being the victim’s first name. It was … Continue reading Au nom de ma fille
After eating way too much for dinner at Kuba Kuba, a favorite of mine from the days when I lived in Richmond, we walked over to the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts to see its collection of Faberge eggs. The museum has one of the largest collections of Faberge items outside of Russia, and amazingly … Continue reading Dinner and eggs
We’ve been in Richmond for about three hours now. We checked into our hotel, had an afternoon coffee, went for a long stroll through the city, and now we’re preparing for an early dinner. In the meantime, Kathryn is taking photos of cherry blossoms, something we don’t ever see in Phoenix.
We have a short connection in Charlotte. So short, in fact, we’re already in our seats for the next flight. I got some sleep on the last flight, which is unusual for me. The flight to Richmond will be just a little over an hour once we’re airborne.
It’s been an uneventful morning so far. We arrived at our parking lot earlier than expected, and everything went smoothly from there. The only irritation was the American Airlines kiosk that kept trying to upsell me before finally printing our boarding passes and baggage tags. The security checkpoint took only about three minutes. We even … Continue reading Boarding soon
It’s roughly 12:30 am here in Phoenix. I went to bed last night just after 6 pm, expecting to get up at 2 am, but by 11:45 pm I couldn’t get back to sleep. I gave up, got up, and started some coffee. It’s going to be a long day. With a bit of luck, … Continue reading Sleepless
In the last ten years, Kathryn and I have traveled with a variety of objectives. Our first trip abroad together was to pick up a new car in Germany. (For the record, I’m still driving it, and it’s running strong with over 150,000 miles.) We once spent a week in California visiting all 21 of … Continue reading This weekend: French Film Festival in Richmond
We’ve had a relatively wet winter this year in Phoenix, and the desert vegetation is greener than I’ve seen it in a long time. Kathryn and I went out yesterday morning for a routine exercise hike at Shaw Butte, and she couldn’t help but grab some photos on the hike back down. The camera is … Continue reading Sunday morning hike at Shaw Butte, Phoenix
Wouldn’t it be funny if the best hockey we saw this season was a French D2 match where roughly 800 were in attendance and the tickets cost less than beers at Gila River Arena?
And once again we’re safely home in Phoenix.
On our way home from camping, we decided to take a slight detour and stop for a second breakfast in Old Town Camp Verde. We picked this place solely on the number of cars parked outside. https://goo.gl/maps/2LGXAc814JB2
Saturday dinner at Pizzeria Bocce has become something of a ritual for Kathryn and me when we camp in Cottonwood. Dining at a slightly pretentious pizzeria with a wine bar may not seem much like camping, but we’ve had an enjoyable meal every time we’ve eaten here.
Kathryn and I have a pattern when we go camping in Cottonwood. We have a mid-afternoon shower and change of clothes on Saturday, followed by a late afternoon Mass.