The cursed travels of Mr. Chatfield.
Le Curse in Chicago

Air travel is not meant to be this chaotic, awkward or utterly frustrating. When you save up your money and spend it on a plane ticket, you come to expect a few basic things.

1.) You’ll be able to board the plane and ride it to your destination.

2.) You’ll be able to do that at time you specified, when you paid for your ticket.

3.) You’ll actually be treated like a human.

It seems over the last 10 years, air travel has devolved from something special and exciting- a privilege even, to something that causes more stress and angst than driving a semi-trailer through a peak hour traffic jam.

I was due to fly to New York today.
Today – not tomorrow, not next week – today.

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One Bizarre Sunday in Montmartre

Today I set out North to Bohemia in search of the caricaturists Mecca known as Montmarte. Okay some say “Mecca” others say “God’s waiting room for old cartoonists.” Either way, I was set on finding it.

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Le Musée du Rodin

The day I left for Paris, I got a message from a friend saying:

“Okay okay I know you’ve probably had a million messages telling you what to see in Paris, but you can’t leave without seeing Rodin’s gardens. Have a good trip. PS. Rodin’s. Gardens. Seriously.”

Needless to say, I seriously needed to see Rodin’s gardens.

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Musée du Louvré

My visit to the Louvré had my legs akin to un-set jelly by the end  -and I barely scratched the surface.

It think the most impressive thing about the museum is its scale, and ease of navigation. If you have a good look around outside before you go in, it’s easy to figure out where you are in the scheme of the epic structure.

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Paris.

The French.

Touted as the rude, obnoxious frog-eating, wine quaffing snail-cookers who won’t speak English out of principal, and won’t even look at you if you don’t uphold their proud customs.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

Yes, they like to whinge, (much like the English) but they’re not hostile, and they’re certainly not as rude as they’re made out to be. Kind of how Australians aren’t really as dim-witted as we’re made out to be by the English and Americans.

{This is a long read. Get a coffee.}

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