Antonio Knows
I didn't blog about Susan Spano's absurd piece about Paris, Vegas, because I was too overwhelmed, having just gotten to the real Paris, but Antonio here, who writes in to the LAT Travel section, has it right about our favorite left-bank sniveler:
Paris, France, pales next to imitation
LET me understand. Susan Spano flew from France to Las Vegas so she could embed her many complaints about Paris, France, and praise a Las Vegas hotel in her column ["A Little Paris With a Great Big Pool," Her World, July 3]. In a previous column, she told us Parisian coffee was no good; this time we find that neither French bread nor onion soup is any good. Spano's implicit advice: Don't waste your money on France, just go to Las Vegas for the best of everything.Antonio San Marco
We only wish she'd take her own advice; preferably while taking early retirement to gambling-ville so somebody a little less weary and tiresome might take her place. Je propose La Coquette, who's not only not weary or tiresome, but is wry, bubbly and entertaining. And Michelle Collins, while neither in Paris nor a travel writer, is a scream on many a topic.
I nearly infarcted when I read that she's been spending $10 for coffee at Les 2 Magots. Especially since La Spano herself, in a postcard back last year, declared that she had discovered what a tasteless, pretentious, un-Parisian trash heap that place is. Do they still print "Le rendezvous de l'élite intellectuel" on all their menus and checks, I wonder? Pardon me while I vomit....
Stu "El Inglés" Harris at July 22, 2005 10:31 AM
Tiny tear. "Thank you."
Sheep pic is new laptop wallpaper. This is what I do on Friday nights now apparently.
ps Bring me back some morning after pills!
Michelle at July 22, 2005 7:13 PM
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