(via BBC story - http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-24592628 )
on 31 MPH winds even!
"No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible." --Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
And.. following all that sturm und drang, the apÃ¨ritÃf--
YAN demonstration that, the Joys of blissfully sailing from a luau on one endless pure-white beach to another.. (with Grace Kelly on The True Love.. of. course.)
..all laid-back with a dram of Drambui and some lobster canapes ...
... Some One WILL make a fucking-Race-version for the perpetually hyper-thyroid amongst us.
And the proper post-race return-to-normalcy can only be achieved via stopping-in for some hours at
The Purple Puss, another of Paris' pæans to creative re-creation: a le Cafe du Chat.
But Of Course..! perhaps a little ambrosia? a soupçon of Absinthe..? a Gaulloise?
Purrfect decompression. Endorphins. NO transistors. NOO keyboards.
PS: there's a one month waiting list for le Cafe du Chat #1 ... surely le Cafe du deux-Chat cannot be far behind, n'est ce pâs?