As promised in an earlier post, here's that photo of Patrick Rothfuss and me in France. Having a beer. Just hanging out in Paris. You know, your everyday get together of two American fantasists on European soil. Must happen everyday, right?

Man, that was a good trip...

Labels: Patrick Rothfuss, Travels

I said I'd post some non-blurry photos, if I had any. Here are a few that almost meet that definition.

You know what this tall thing on the left is, right? And what the triangle thing down below is? And that thing in the far distance of the bottom photo...

They don't actually prove anything since I'm not really in them myself, and most were just taken out the window of a car skillfully navigating Paris traffic.

This driving stuff had me worried briefly, as it seemed complete chaos, but then Carola explained a basic principle or driving in France, and now it all makes sense.

I'll withhold the information, though, just so not to ruin the experience for any heading to Paris for the first time.

It's kinda fun being terrified, yes?

But as I write this I'm not actually in Paris anymore. I'll try to have something on the actual conference soon...

Labels: Imaginales, Travels