tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post4441491758868765897..comments2024-03-28T05:53:09.950-07:00Comments on Chant du Départ: Paris, La Ville LumièreOldAFSargehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-49704214834617602452016-04-30T11:11:47.347-07:002016-04-30T11:11:47.347-07:00Why did we drink beer in the hotel?
Because it wa...Why did we drink beer in the hotel?<br /><br />Because it was there, I suppose.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-43907096087729097362016-04-30T11:11:03.551-07:002016-04-30T11:11:03.551-07:00I think I've been in that same traffic circle!...I think I've been in that same traffic circle!OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-73734073204313497402016-04-30T11:10:13.395-07:002016-04-30T11:10:13.395-07:00I'm glad I gave you a chuckle!I'm glad I gave you a chuckle!OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-15002285362305494102016-04-30T09:47:43.745-07:002016-04-30T09:47:43.745-07:00Oh . . . and no beer. The trips were fueled by Fre...Oh . . . and no beer. The trips were fueled by French wines. The beer drinking was reserved for Germany.snuffynyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12843569994073955970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-42507495177347129882016-04-30T09:44:09.044-07:002016-04-30T09:44:09.044-07:00Have been to France, several times in fact. Only m...Have been to France, several times in fact. Only managed to glance through Paris once, on my first trip. I approached from the east aboard my Volkwagen camper-van charger . . . entered a very big, and crowded, traffic circle, which went around some sort of large arch. Became caught in the rip-tide traffic flow and was forced to make several trips around said arch. Finally, I managed to fight my way into an outside lane and when, next, the northbound exit appeared I made for it, escaping that vortex of vehicles. I was bound for Normandy and using the "Go to Paris. Turn right." method of land navigation. Don't laugh. It worked. I managed to find the coast with no particular problem . . . just kept on a northern heading until I sighted big water . . . then turned left. Voila! Normandy. Life is fun when you're young and stupid. snuffynyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12843569994073955970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-31475776093653020142016-04-30T07:57:38.227-07:002016-04-30T07:57:38.227-07:00This had me laughing several different times.This had me laughing several different times.joehhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08520161706680568508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-18610320002393860952016-04-30T07:56:01.929-07:002016-04-30T07:56:01.929-07:00John - my Dad had a drawer full of German money fr...John - my Dad had a drawer full of German money from the Occupation. A few hundred thousand dollars worth at 1960's exchange rates. Thing is, it was so much Monopoly money, wasn't worth a dime after the Germans established the new Germany.<br /><br />I think all of us who went overseas have that bag of foreign change stashed somewhere.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-85475311827455801282016-04-30T07:52:44.121-07:002016-04-30T07:52:44.121-07:00Shaun - Tech school in Denver had beer machines. I...Shaun - Tech school in Denver had beer machines. Indeed it seemed very civilized.<br /><br />I have a whole bunch of <em>Deutschmarks</em> from my time in Germany, the odd Belgian franc, Dutch guilder and not a few French coins. I still have some Korean change floating around as well. (No doubt there's a pound coin or two in the old sofa.) When we visited Italy back in '12, I was disappointed with the Euro. They just aren't as cool as the old money. Stupid EU.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-42556188290739152022016-04-30T07:48:41.962-07:002016-04-30T07:48:41.962-07:00Indeed, the French didn't do so well in 1870. ...Indeed, the French didn't do so well in 1870. The Emperor thought he was his uncle. No, not so much.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-44005275680896146612016-04-30T07:47:01.773-07:002016-04-30T07:47:01.773-07:00Heh, I look forward to your tale of diplomacy. I h...Heh, I look forward to your tale of diplomacy. I hope the DiploMad stops by for that, him being a professional and all.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-56462806896449810452016-04-30T07:11:43.720-07:002016-04-30T07:11:43.720-07:00Yep, I haven't seen the bag of Med Cruise Coin...Yep, I haven't seen the bag of Med Cruise Coinage for a while, but it is around somewhere. John in Phillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16196033252818387245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-5179111155172399572016-04-30T06:49:23.219-07:002016-04-30T06:49:23.219-07:00Great story! I've got a 10 franc coin in my ha...Great story! I've got a 10 franc coin in my hand just now, minted in 1976. IN fact I've got a whole bag of 1980's Mediterranean bar-crawling change; francs and lire and pesetas and shekels.<br /><br />When I arrived at the barracks of my first duty station and found beer machines I realized that I'd found true civilization at last.PrairieAdventurehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06466447251827774900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-26007177173395987062016-04-30T06:07:38.707-07:002016-04-30T06:07:38.707-07:00I do indeed love Paris. Even with my miserable Fre...I do indeed love Paris. Even with my miserable French I've never (well almost never) had a bad time there. And I agree with you that Museé d'Armeé deserves considerable time. From the 1914 era taxi, to the remnants of what was once the martial glory of France, there are so many fascinating things to examine. It is a wonderful museum which I absolutely enjoyed. It might have been better, however, if the French had a better batting average since the Franco-Prussian War.Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15482185271178889753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-79779225975600435622016-04-30T05:54:52.370-07:002016-04-30T05:54:52.370-07:00Funny tale, Interestingly, I just finished "W...Funny tale, Interestingly, I just finished "War for the hell of it" by Ed Cobleigh. It had a passage in it that went along the same lines as your post. As I read it last night, I brought up a couple of memories of similar situations in my adventures. So, I thought, "Well there's the subject for Monday's post!" So, Come Monday, international diplomacy, Pacific Style. <br />Great minds think alike Sarge, or something like that.juvathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09096708575138552532noreply@blogger.com