Legion World Forums LEGION OUTPOST Mission Monitor Board Autumn will be here soon....

Wear a stereotypical Spanish outfit and declare yourself to be a time travelling Hemmingway going back to visit old haunts!

I would, but they might kick me out of Paris and send me to Madrid...

it makes sense to get rid of the mad by sending them to Mad rid.

Perhaps I'll be seeing you there, then

Barcelona! Sorry, this singing Queen songs seems to be spreading across threads now...

Sadly, I stopped living in Spain months ago. It’s just across the border though...

"borderline, feels like i'm going to lose my mind"

SSummer and autumn are fighting a battle for dominance here in Paris. The temperature is rising again today, and will peak tomorrow; then dip again on Wednesday,until gradually rising through the weekend to a high of 28 Celsius on Monday. But past that the weather will cool sporadically until settling in the low 20s, and dipping past 20 consistently by the last week of September...

This announcement is brought to you by Seasonal Wars / aka Ibby has nothing better to do.

Terrible stereotype joke:-



Both surrender.

And just like that, 30,000 angry French people storm thoth lad's house wielding day-old baguettes (they would not care to waste the fresh ones) and empty bottles of their best wines.

And not even on Basteille day too. Bloomin' cheek!

Mind you, had it been Basteille day, in tribute to the start of the revolution, I'd have been out. Just like the vast majority of the prisoners that it held. There was only a handful left. The brave revolutionaries on Basteille day, (1 crushed by the drawbridge of the prison by his own side, and another kicked in the groin by the warden, as the mob beat him up) didn't have to face the anger of a Leia disturbed from her sleep. As the esteemed world correspondent Lady Eleanor Rigby said of events that day.

"The calls of freedom from corruption, nepotism and abuse from both church and state, despite falling into exactly that upon previous calls, were drowned out in a cacophony of screams as the mob found itself trapped in the garden courtyard of Mademoiselle Leia, slaughterer of the Mousketeers and she who uses the Eiffel tower to scratch her claws against. The blood flowed freely and there were doubts that there would be enough of them left to form another flawed republic. Behind those who fled, Leia didn't think the mound of corpses were too many."

Ah ah, you have offended the French again. It is not the Bastille Day, it is the Fete Nationale... and you must have the "e" at the end, because Fete is feminine, not masculine, so the adjective must be feminine... (Ibby obliquely complaining about how so many European languages have noun genders, when in English we treat most things as "neutral"). I had quite a debate on that with my Italian friend, who was like "but why, in English, do you base it on the person owning the thing?" And I'm like, "well, why in Italian must you say a car is feminine or masculine when it's not even alive?"

Stereotype Lab Continues...

Sorry, Ibby. I got half way through the first sentence and fell into a grammar induced coma...

Oh, just wait until I tell you about the liaisons in pronunciation and the fact that each verb has to be conjugated differently for I, you singular, he/she/it, we, you plural, and they...

From autumn to French, in one page. How delightfully on-topic of us

I thought that our discussion on the Fall of Empires was completely on topic.

You're... not wrong.

Having done France I was all set to move onto the Fall of the British Empire. Just the thing to look out across darkening autumnal skies, and feel the cold come in... just like the cold creeping across one's chest as thought of the Empire slipping away hit home ... >sniff<

It's always good to spread the insults around.

She certainly knows how to blend in.

Crumbs! I just did a Diana related gag on another thread before seeing this!? Co-inci-dink? I fink nots!

Kate isn't looking where she's going in that autumnal dress, ensuring that she's about to take a...fall



thumpity,..thumpity...thump... run little feets…run from the crying mob...

It's still vacillating between autumn and ummer here in Paris. I wonder how Amsterdam is doing.

There's nothing so romantic as Paris in the ummer.

As fro Amsterdam