My wife has gone to Germany. I remain in Carcassonne. The Germans, with their customary efficiency, have already diagnosed my condition: Strohwitwer — straw widower. It is Saint Patrick’s Day. There is an Irish pub. A man must have principles, and mine, this evening, are largely liquid. Click here for more…
Another week, another batch of small adventures, curiosities, and the occasional raised eyebrow. From everyday observations to the odd surprise that made me pause (or laugh), The Week That Was – 11/2026 is my quick tour through seven days of life, news, and random discoveries. Nothing earth-shattering—just the kind of moments that make a week worth remembering. Click in and see what caught my attention this time.
Today is Pi Day, the only day of the year when mathematics, curiosity, and pastry come together in perfect harmony. At exactly 1:59 PM, the universe briefly aligns with 3.14159… — which is clearly the ideal moment to celebrate with a slice of pie and a mildly philosophical thought. Curious? Read more here.
Ever tried to draw a hero and ended up with something that looked more like a startled turnip? Welcome to my world. Years of comic book dreams, zero drawing talent, and a newfound AI helper have turned my stick-figure disasters into something that (almost) looks like art. Click in to see how technology rescued my comic book… and my pride.
Every now and then the music of life slows down — not because the party is over, but because it’s time to notice a few things we might otherwise miss. That’s exactly what happened in this little story.
Filed under: motorway sociology, continental drift, the philosophy of duvets · Written somewhere between a first and second coffee
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It was supposed to be a simple Spanish holiday. A bit of sun, a few tapas, maybe a glass of Rioja and a quiet return home. But as often happens in Spain, things didn’t go quite according to plan. What followed involved unexpected discoveries, a change of rhythm, and a few moments that made the trip far more memorable than expected. If you enjoy travel stories where the journey gently escapes the itinerary, this one might amuse you. The story begins here.
France isn’t in decline — it’s rewriting the rules. While the doom narrative gets louder, the facts tell a different story. This sharp, no-nonsense take dismantles tired clichés and shows why the future of France is far less bleak than you’ve been told. Click if you’re ready to challenge the narrative.
What if the best day of the week isn’t Friday… but Thursday? The perfectly balanced, quietly rebellious middle child of the calendar. In France, it once meant freedom, bicycles, comic books, and scraped knees — and even today, it carries the sweet promise of the weekend just around the corner. Click in to rediscover why Thursday may be the most underestimated day of your life.
What could possibly go wrong when you decide to “just go for a little hike” in the Aiguilles Rouges? Towering peaks, suspiciously steep paths, dazzling alpine lakes, and the occasional reminder that gravity is not your friend… Join me for fresh air, magnificent views, and a few moments of heroic self-persuasion. If you enjoy mountains, mild suffering, and spectacular scenery, this one’s for you. 👉 Click before I change my mind and stay at sea level.
