<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886</id><updated>2012-02-09T04:48:04.697+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris en quelques mots!</title><subtitle type='html'>E mais não digo!...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-6568151469327171182</id><published>2008-07-20T21:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:48:29.441+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Encerrado por tempo indefinido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SIRazHJlS5I/AAAAAAAABnw/pCSMwW2TLFA/s1600-h/sinal10.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225401301795687314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SIRazHJlS5I/AAAAAAAABnw/pCSMwW2TLFA/s400/sinal10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-6568151469327171182?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/6568151469327171182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=6568151469327171182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/6568151469327171182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/6568151469327171182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/07/encerrado-por-tempo-indefinido.html' title='Encerrado por tempo indefinido...'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SIRazHJlS5I/AAAAAAAABnw/pCSMwW2TLFA/s72-c/sinal10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-8861191699835729051</id><published>2008-06-17T23:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:44:37.436+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dissolução...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGlTkngyj-I/AAAAAAAABmQ/WRURxnwKkvg/s1600-h/Festa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217793531832340450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGlTkngyj-I/AAAAAAAABmQ/WRURxnwKkvg/s320/Festa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Primeira a abandonar o barco. Camarada Adriana, que a força esteja consigo e que o Partido e a amizade que nos une, mesmo à distância, não morram nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217793542346572338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGlTlOrlAjI/AAAAAAAABmY/CxfnxDtNll0/s320/FestaI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-8861191699835729051?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/8861191699835729051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=8861191699835729051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8861191699835729051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8861191699835729051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/06/dissoluo.html' title='Dissolução...'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGlTkngyj-I/AAAAAAAABmQ/WRURxnwKkvg/s72-c/Festa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-8868829191475469600</id><published>2008-06-17T20:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:32:12.010+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"A razão pela qual paris (ainda) é bonita"</title><content type='html'>«Paris is miraculous in no small measure because modern architects have not been able to get their hands on it.» &lt;br /&gt;Obrigada, Nuno, pela preciosa contribuição!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.city-journal.org/2008/18_2_urb-leon_krier.html"&gt;http://www.city-journal.org/2008/18_2_urb-leon_krier.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-8868829191475469600?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/8868829191475469600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=8868829191475469600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8868829191475469600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8868829191475469600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/06/razo-pela-qual-paris-ainda-bonita.html' title='&quot;A razão pela qual paris (ainda) é bonita&quot;'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-5079257555169632278</id><published>2008-06-16T23:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:37:27.490+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Noites orientais</title><content type='html'>Jantarada marroquina, experimentar novos sabores e apreciar uma xixa na esplanada, acomoanhada de um chá de menta. Parece-me uma muito boa maneira de acabar um dia de trabalho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-5079257555169632278?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/5079257555169632278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=5079257555169632278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/5079257555169632278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/5079257555169632278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/06/noites-orientais.html' title='Noites orientais'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-1869909995330968770</id><published>2008-06-15T23:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:25:25.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PPAX II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Nada de randonée Gaz de France no meio de Paris sem carros. Nem de Marché aux Puces. Ou de outras actividades exteriores. O dia foi para descansar e para criar o que seria a imagem oficial do PPAX. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217788263607668754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="336" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGlOx92JkBI/AAAAAAAABmI/Kam8zN6d26Y/s400/facebook_A4_copy.jpg" width="444" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-1869909995330968770?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/1869909995330968770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=1869909995330968770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1869909995330968770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1869909995330968770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/06/ppax-ii.html' title='PPAX II'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGlOx92JkBI/AAAAAAAABmI/Kam8zN6d26Y/s72-c/facebook_A4_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-8908060659752594316</id><published>2008-06-14T23:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:18:14.448+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PPAX 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGlNdMqMJ3I/AAAAAAAABmA/qmyvjnwcapQ/s1600-h/PPAX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217786807295158130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGlNdMqMJ3I/AAAAAAAABmA/qmyvjnwcapQ/s320/PPAX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nasceu assim o nome do partido, que conta com 7 camaradas à data e funções bem definidas. Partido Parisien Avec Xixa. Unidos venceremos. Mesmo à distância.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-8908060659752594316?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/8908060659752594316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=8908060659752594316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8908060659752594316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8908060659752594316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/06/ppax-2008.html' title='PPAX 2008'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGlNdMqMJ3I/AAAAAAAABmA/qmyvjnwcapQ/s72-c/PPAX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-7658875847584010248</id><published>2008-06-14T22:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:35:26.244+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Festa Medieval</title><content type='html'>Em Provins. Já estava marcada há meses, e consegui ainda desafiar mais uns quantos a alinhar na brincadeira - assim, fomos eu, o Miguel, o Aurelien, o Benjamin, o Olivier e a Julie. Agora que reparo, era a única portuguesa no grupo! Parece que as tendências se vão invertendo com o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217785643348451650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGlMZcnq4UI/AAAAAAAABlw/sCmuuLUxS4U/s200/P6141171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vestidos para o evento - uns a preceito, outros no limite - dedicámo-nos durante horas a percorrer as encostas e interior do castelo, com barracas de época, jogos didáticos, espectáculos de rua...não fosse a chuva, que caiu sem avisar e sem cessar durante largos minutos e estariam reunidas as condições para um dia mega divertido. Foi-o, no entanto, pelas incessantes queixas do Benjamin que nos faziam rir a bandeiras despregadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217785645221448962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGlMZjmOjQI/AAAAAAAABl4/yRuzcoqATjY/s200/P6141181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final do dia, exaustos de lutar contra o frio e chuva, abdicámos do que parece ter sido mais uma maravilhosa noite de fogo de artifício em Chantilly, e optámos por um jantar em minha casa - rapazes na cozinha, já que estamos numa de inverter as tendências - e por uma noite de poker M&amp;amp;Ms a 4 e xixa a dois até perder as horas de vista...dia e noite memoráveis, sem dúvida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-7658875847584010248?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/7658875847584010248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=7658875847584010248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/7658875847584010248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/7658875847584010248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/06/festa-medieval.html' title='Festa Medieval'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGlMZcnq4UI/AAAAAAAABlw/sCmuuLUxS4U/s72-c/P6141171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-3184409264174249401</id><published>2008-06-13T23:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T01:15:16.497+02:00</updated><title type='text'>6ª feira 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215587166003686818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGF85OS8baI/AAAAAAAABlE/uEWejQdTxis/s200/P6131157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem sempre é sinónimo de azar. No meu caso, foi mesmo de surpresa. Cedendo a um convite repetido vezes sem conta para jantar, alinhei na brincadeira e escollhi o surpresa. Directa do trabalho, acabei por ir parar algures na costa norte de França, com direito a fogueira, desgustação de vinhos, confissões e jantar cozinhado na praia especialmente para mim. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215587474101893410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGF9LKDR-SI/AAAAAAAABlY/vq4KHZ4WBEo/s200/P6131161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valeu a pena. Mesmo com a ventania e com a correria das 5h de viagem total, já que a minha vida de mulher de negócios me obrigava a ir dormir a casa.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215587704005460690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGF9YigkAtI/AAAAAAAABlk/uzU0WxMADgY/s200/P6131165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-3184409264174249401?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/3184409264174249401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=3184409264174249401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/3184409264174249401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/3184409264174249401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/06/6-feira-13.html' title='6ª feira 13'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGF85OS8baI/AAAAAAAABlE/uEWejQdTxis/s72-c/P6131157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-1449210178934472948</id><published>2008-06-12T23:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:46:31.237+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Manu Chao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGF5KwACBfI/AAAAAAAABkk/sOK_9iPIRUc/s1600-h/P6121148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215583069062432242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGF5KwACBfI/AAAAAAAABkk/sOK_9iPIRUc/s200/P6121148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Não fosse a vergonha, e o facto do Benjamin ter-se comprometido a ir também e teria vendido o meu bilhete. Incrível a quantidade de gente a comprar - em vez de vender, como é hábito - bilhetes!!!! O concerto de Manu Chao em Bercy valeu cada cêntimo, pela música que não conhecia muito bem mas essencialmente pela companhia e ambiente - vá lá que o público até se mexeu!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215583064927552146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGF5KgmMwpI/AAAAAAAABkc/97PRLD-yQ9E/s200/Nouvelle+image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-1449210178934472948?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/1449210178934472948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=1449210178934472948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1449210178934472948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1449210178934472948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/06/manu-chao.html' title='Manu Chao'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGF5KwACBfI/AAAAAAAABkk/sOK_9iPIRUc/s72-c/P6121148.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-1776003686386433836</id><published>2008-06-11T23:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:51:25.894+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Regresso à cultura</title><content type='html'>Vernissage de fotografia num teatro, picnic em parque ainda por picar, e saída para o péniche Concorde Atlantique, para uma "Terassa"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-1776003686386433836?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/1776003686386433836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=1776003686386433836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1776003686386433836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1776003686386433836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/06/regresso-cultura.html' title='Regresso à cultura'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-7165436847419668535</id><published>2008-06-10T23:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:29:49.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia de Portugal</title><content type='html'>Não sou fã de futebol, mas o dia de Portugal assim o exigia e reuni-me ao Diogo e David num restaurante português onde estavam umas quantas pessoas diante de um écran a assistir a uns homenzinhos a chutar uma bola...valeu a pena pelo matar de saudades do Compal Nectar de Manga!! :) E pelo jantar que veio a seguir, num restuarante com um dos únicos empregados simpáticos de Paris, e onde o Peixeiro nos encontrou depois, acompanhado de mais dois amigos de visita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-7165436847419668535?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/7165436847419668535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=7165436847419668535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/7165436847419668535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/7165436847419668535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/06/dia-de-portugal.html' title='Dia de Portugal'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-1441317263841335457</id><published>2008-06-09T23:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:18:57.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem vinda, família!! - IV</title><content type='html'>Começámos o dia tarde mas com prenúncios de muito bom tempo, 100% confirmados, e algumas birras da Sofia. Finalmente satisfiz o desejo da minha mãe de croissants, e após indecisões sobre bilhetes, coçpra de farnel e atrasos, começámos a nossa demanda em busca do Vale Encantado das Princesas. Os bilhetes impressos em casa revelaram-se bem utéis, e após anos de lá ter ido, voltar à Eurodisney continua com o mesmo encanto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215575690447826978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGFydQhOMCI/AAAAAAAABkM/jvIAWJLRhp4/s200/HPIM0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Finalmente algodão doce branco, um dos pontos altos do dia, e o facto de ter queimado a parte debaixo da língua com um calipo às bolinhas...só a mim! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215573770360290146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGFwtfore2I/AAAAAAAABj0/_L_TOPCpFig/s200/HPIM0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Corremos um pouco de tudo, o castelo da Bela Adormecida, o mundo das miniaturas, as canecas e outros carosséis, o Labirinto da Alice onde a minha mãe encontrou a minha irmã através do choro!...Revivemos a ilha dos piratas e no barco a Sofia teve muito medo. Andei com a minha mãe nas grutas e pontes movediças, recebi um grande abraço do Tigre sem o ter pedido ou estar à espera, e acabei o dia em compras e no Space Mountain, com um encontro imediato do 1º grau, no escuro, com alguém que me apalpou...mas vá lá, a experiência recompensou! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215574710677321074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGFxkOlutXI/AAAAAAAABkE/o6o3o2nStVQ/s200/IMGP6608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A caminho de casa e com a ajuda do Adjunto, montámos a operação picnic no Champs de Mars fracassada, e tornou-se apenas o picnic recatado no quarto do chão da Fi, com muito mais charme, por sinal, e para regalo da Sofia!...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215573770253093330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGFwtfPHydI/AAAAAAAABj8/-sQVpbyHQq4/s200/HPIM0138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-1441317263841335457?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/1441317263841335457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=1441317263841335457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1441317263841335457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1441317263841335457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/06/bem-vinda-famlia-iv.html' title='Bem vinda, família!! - IV'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SGFydQhOMCI/AAAAAAAABkM/jvIAWJLRhp4/s72-c/HPIM0102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-1862255146486994105</id><published>2008-06-08T23:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:57:53.497+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem vinda, família!! - III</title><content type='html'>Para mudar um pouco decidi dormir com as primas mas não se pode dizer que a qualidade da noite tenha aumentado...Reunindo a energia possível, saímos de casa tardote e começámos a jornada em Montmartre. De referir que por esta altura, para além da nódoa negra por causa dos folhetos, já tinha duas outras na outra perna devido ao transporte escada acima escada abaixo do carrinho de bebé...Subimos no teleférico e fui logo atraída pelo som da harpa que lá está habitualmente e que adoro. Depois de ver a Sofia correr atrás dos pombos o meu ouvido foi outra vez captar música, desta feita um violino a entoar a melodia de Belle, do musical Notre Dame de Paris. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214848328897675154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SF7c7Pl8P5I/AAAAAAAABik/T_QyGOUNGPY/s200/HPIM0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofereci os porta chaves caozinho à minha mãe e Susu, que já há tanto tempo cobiçava para mim, e seguimos viagem encosta abaixo, chegando ao Moulin Rouge e Pigalle, não sem antes fazer uma pausa para almoço e satisfazer o desejo da minha mãe de sopa de cebola. O próximo ponto picado foi o Arco do Triunfo e os Champs Elysées, onde fomos brindadas por um vôo de F16 comemorativo e colorido, a Ponte Alexandre III ladeada pelo Petit et Grand Palais, e novamente Concorde. Corremos ainda a Madeleine, a Place Vêndome, e tirámos a fotografia da praxe diante da Ópera. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214848330444751058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SF7c7VWywNI/AAAAAAAABis/g5UQjTgcZYU/s200/HPIM0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sofia adorou o Palais Royal, deixando-nos exaustas com tanto sobe e desce das colunas, e finalmente chegámos a Chatelêt, ao Pompidou e ao Hotel de Ville. Importante referir que no meio de cada um dos monumentos visitados houve paragens mais ou menos prolongadas nos parques infantis, que não passavam despercebidos ao olho atento da Susu... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214848332279248754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SF7c7cMK93I/AAAAAAAABi8/pzaNmsFuIaw/s200/IMGP6528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para terminar o dia nada melhor que um jantar, e porque não passar por uma das zonas mais turísticas de Paris? Acabámos por escolher um restaurante com um empregado simpático, coisa raríssima, e satisfizémos um outro desejo da minha mãe, raclette. Sacrifiquei-me pelo bem da comunidade, e também a Sofia foi recompensada pelo empregado, com imensos caramelos. Exaustas, fizémos a viagem de regresso a casa e aterrámos não depois de muito tempo, mas ainda a tempo de interceptar o Miguel em caminho......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214848330070744834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SF7c7T9n3wI/AAAAAAAABi0/eF9GFZGkVC0/s200/IMGP6552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-1862255146486994105?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/1862255146486994105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=1862255146486994105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1862255146486994105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1862255146486994105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/06/bem-vinda-famlia-iii.html' title='Bem vinda, família!! - III'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SF7c7Pl8P5I/AAAAAAAABik/T_QyGOUNGPY/s72-c/HPIM0053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-1126548833174574281</id><published>2008-06-07T23:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:57:05.422+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem vinda família!!! - II</title><content type='html'>Ora, sempre soube que dormir com a minha mãe não era tarefa fácil. E mais uma vez confirmou-se. O ataque de tosse da Sofia a meio da noite também poderá ter contribuído para quase não dormir, pura especulação...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213342983731729442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFmD0n2a1CI/AAAAAAAABic/uSjiN2JAGKw/s200/IMGP6427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decidimos atacar a cidade por Concorde. Atravessámos as Tuilleries e deparámo-nos com o Louvre. Atrevssámos a rua junto à Pont des Arts e caminhámos até à Pont Neuf, onde atravessámos para a outra margem. Perdemo-nos no mercado das plantas e visitámos a Notre Dame. Cruzámos a Île Saint Louis e continuámos até à Crepperie Suzette, no Marais, com o seu delicioso crepe caramelo e chantilly caseiros. Dirigimo-nos até à Place des Vosges e andámos à beira do braço do canal de Saint Martin até ao Sena. A chuva ameaçou o dia todo, mas mesmo assim visitámos o Jardin des Plantes e a Menagerie, com alguns bichos engraçados e como pretexto para acordar a Susu que tinha dormido até aquela hora!!! De referir que o bicho preferido dela foram mesmo as pombas e o meu, uns gorilas mais velhos que eu, enormes mas elásticos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213342977111340370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFmD0PL_tVI/AAAAAAAABiM/z9PlPWshrUs/s200/IMGP6412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dali fomos até ao Panteão, passando pelo Quartier Latin e embusca de um chocolate quente. Depois de nos perdermos à volta do Jardim do Luxemburgo, a apreciar a exposição de fotografia, demos de caras com o dito estabelecimento de chocolates fechado e contentámo-nos com o do lado, onde já se fazia sentir o ambiente Euro, para grande infelicidade minha... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213342978705149986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFmD0VH_UCI/AAAAAAAABiU/hOmhWcics5s/s200/IMGP6425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-1126548833174574281?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/1126548833174574281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=1126548833174574281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1126548833174574281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1126548833174574281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/06/bem-vinda-famlia-ii.html' title='Bem vinda família!!! - II'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFmD0n2a1CI/AAAAAAAABic/uSjiN2JAGKw/s72-c/IMGP6427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-8144921561768036342</id><published>2008-06-06T23:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:22:53.738+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem vinda, família!!</title><content type='html'>Tarde de folga. Comprar lençóies e tratar dos últimos preparativos na casa. Serenata de flauta à janela, primeiro capítulo. Receber a mãe e primas. A minha Susu está tão linda!!! Começar a aperceber-me das dificuldades de andar com um carrinho pela cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para dar logo um gostinho ao ritmo do turismo, e depois de apresentado o palácio e pousadas as malas, seguimos a pé pelo meu bairro, até chegar à École Militaire e Torre Eiffel. Pergunto-me como nunca reparei nos parques infantis que estão espalhados em cada esquina e que a minha priminha não deixava passar despercebidos! Atravessar a ponte, ver de longe o Trocadero, e regressar pela outra margem até ao Parque Citroen, com uma esposição muito artística! Novo parque infantil para fechar o dia e jantar à Fi no chateau. Momento perfeito para a entrega da tão esperada prenda dos meus anos e à volta da qual tanto suspense foi feito: o meu blog Paris, j'y suis! impresso e encadernado, autografado pela família!!! Longos e árduos meses de escrita, finalmente os esforços reconhecidos, espera-se um best-seller!! :) Amei a surpresa!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213334612657746786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFl8NXK2s2I/AAAAAAAABiE/K1p5XjnOZJo/s320/IMGP6377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213334582375296434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFl8LmW9LbI/AAAAAAAABh8/E7GFiw4lG_I/s320/IMGP6368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-8144921561768036342?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/8144921561768036342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=8144921561768036342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8144921561768036342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8144921561768036342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/06/bem-vinda-famlia.html' title='Bem vinda, família!!'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFl8NXK2s2I/AAAAAAAABiE/K1p5XjnOZJo/s72-c/IMGP6377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-8193562980496669812</id><published>2008-06-05T23:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:23:06.732+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia negro</title><content type='html'>Há dias menos bons. Outros completamente para esquecer. Há muito que não me corriam tantas coisas mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia de trabalho que poderia parecer normal. Até receber folhetos que estavam dobrados ao contrário, mal impressos, enfim... Levar 6.000 folhetos à papelaria para dobrá-los, com o Benjamin, num pequeno carrinho de mão. Chocar contra, provavelmente, o único carro de Paris com o canhão da fechadura de fora e ficar com uma nódoa negra como não tinha desde a única vez em que fiz snowboard na vida!...Chegar a reprografia e perceber que houve uma falha de comunicação e afinal não fazem o trabalho. Voltar para trás e chocar com o carrinho num passeio, espalhar folhetos por todo o lado mesmo em cima de um dos habituais riachos à borda das estradas. Voltar para casa tarde, com o pensamento numa corrida para gastar energias. Receber a notícia de que o interruptor da casa de banho (logo agora que finalmente tinha mandado arranjar o autocolismo!) derreteu e o botão não funciona. Sair para comprar os utensílios necessários e agradecer ao Bruno por ter conseguido uma solução provisória mas que corre o risco de deixar de funcionar de um momento para o outro. Arrumar a casa de uma ponta à outra para receber a família. Deixar cair os frascos todos na cozinha e partir a cerâmica do fogão. Dormir para esquecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-8193562980496669812?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/8193562980496669812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=8193562980496669812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8193562980496669812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8193562980496669812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/06/dia-negro.html' title='Dia negro'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-2503922888711234130</id><published>2008-06-04T23:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:02:19.899+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Paladares</title><content type='html'>Finalmente rendemo-nos ao camarada David e fomos degustar as maravilhas da comida Iraniana, num restaurante não muito longe de chez nous e onde comemos deliciosamente!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-2503922888711234130?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/2503922888711234130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=2503922888711234130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/2503922888711234130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/2503922888711234130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/06/paladares.html' title='Paladares'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-7704858100507484497</id><published>2008-06-03T22:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:56:08.227+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdadeiramente a cidade luz!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hyper-photo.com/grandes/paris.html"&gt;http://www.hyper-photo.com/grandes/paris.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns, Papi!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-7704858100507484497?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/7704858100507484497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=7704858100507484497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/7704858100507484497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/7704858100507484497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/06/httpwwwhyper-photocomgrandesparishtml.html' title='Verdadeiramente a cidade luz!...'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-5941903899372539779</id><published>2008-06-02T22:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:52:33.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Com a cabeça nas nuvens!...</title><content type='html'>Retomando a vida cultural momentaneamente posta na prateleira, estreámos finalmente o Teatro de Chatelet com uma peça algo experimental mas com o seu quê de piada. A caminho de casa deixei-me voltar a apaixonar pelas nuvens desta cidade...não consigo deixar de olhar para o céu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213319762628551266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFlus-f_omI/AAAAAAAABhs/v2AH-Llfv_Q/s200/P6021122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFlutj5dwiI/AAAAAAAABh0/d-OtxB5qXu8/s1600-h/P6021125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213319772667494946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFlutj5dwiI/AAAAAAAABh0/d-OtxB5qXu8/s200/P6021125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-5941903899372539779?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/5941903899372539779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=5941903899372539779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/5941903899372539779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/5941903899372539779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/06/com-cabea-nas-nuvens.html' title='Com a cabeça nas nuvens!...'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFlus-f_omI/AAAAAAAABhs/v2AH-Llfv_Q/s72-c/P6021122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-2292513906406317277</id><published>2008-06-01T23:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:31:14.820+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Turismo, Variedades e Poker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Visita a Paris impunha...turismo!!! Para matar saudades da Bélgica, iniciámos a jornada com um brunch no típico Pain &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFhIIZAl20I/AAAAAAAABhk/6TOH_MbVSKM/s1600-h/P6011113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212995877670869826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFhIIZAl20I/AAAAAAAABhk/6TOH_MbVSKM/s200/P6011113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quotidien. Após uma breve passagem na inesperada exposição do World Press Photo e quebrando todos os precedentes de desencontros, encontrámos o Benjamin numa esquina de Montorgueil e partimos para o banquete. Refastelados e querendo aproveitar o sol que timidamente espreitava, decidimos o destino como sendo o Buttes Chaumont, já na companhia do Miguel. Foi o tempo de deitar, fechar os olhos, começar a sonhar e acordar sobressaltada com salpicos de chuva...decidimos mesmo assim continuar a deambular por ali, e demos de cara com uma banda à antiga, de grande qualidade. Novos banhos de sol, escaladas a árvores - é bom voltar a ser criança! -, jogos de mímica e descoberta, finalmente!, das cascatas nas grutas, decidimos regressar ao centro de Paris e picar o ponto na Notre Dame, na Ile Saint Louis e na margem do Sena, até Concorde. A soirée passámo-la ainda na companhia da Madalena e em minha casa, encomendámos sushi e iniciámos as meninas na arte do póker - dado os índices elevados de sono aliados ao facto de ser bastante má perdedora no geral, nao se pode dizer que a primeira experiência tenha sido a melhor. Pela menos não foi má o suficiente para eu ter vontade de voltar a experimentar!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-2292513906406317277?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/2292513906406317277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=2292513906406317277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/2292513906406317277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/2292513906406317277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/06/turismo-variedades-e-poker.html' title='Turismo, Variedades e Poker'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFhIIZAl20I/AAAAAAAABhk/6TOH_MbVSKM/s72-c/P6011113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-1203303966337664059</id><published>2008-05-31T23:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:10:30.359+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns António!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212990914125026098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFhDneXC0zI/AAAAAAAABhM/61mBliWTkxY/s200/n551981385_886385_8097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sábado amanheceu meio encoberto mas a vontade de aproveitar o dia falou çais alto.Isso, e o facto de termos a festa de anos do António em Saint Germain en Laye. Aproveitando o facto do Sebastião já conhecer Paris, seguimos em grupo até mais uma grande festa. Deparámo-nos logo com obstáculos, greve dos comboios regionais, mas um ipod e a partilha de certos segredos de coisas começadas por i, acabadas em e e com quatro sílabas animaram os longos minutos à espera do autocarro de substituição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFhD8PePVUI/AAAAAAAABhc/b3nJsH1WbNI/s1600-h/n551981385_886424_782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212991270905926978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFhD8PePVUI/AAAAAAAABhc/b3nJsH1WbNI/s200/n551981385_886424_782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O dia foi memorável, como o são sempre as festas por aquelas bandas. Gozando o terraço de luxo, a companhia de velhos conhecidos, amigos e caras novas, novos e mais graúdos, ao sabor de morangoskas para alguns e de sumos de laranja para outros, e com direito a momentos de alto suspense e surpresa quando se comunicou a prenda - um salto de bungee jumping -, as horas foram correndo sem darmos por elas. Ou pela chuva. Ou pela comida que sempre abunda, com gostinho caseiro e deixando água na boca. Ou pela música, dançada um pouco por todos a ritmos bem diferentes. Enfim, entre confissões e confusões, a multidão foi escoando até depois da meia noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enganem-se quem pensasse que a noite acaba aqui. Para os quatro resistentes, eu&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFhDnoz9VgI/AAAAAAAABhU/LKZyZAmaU28/s1600-h/n551981385_886557_4423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212990916930655746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFhDnoz9VgI/AAAAAAAABhU/LKZyZAmaU28/s200/n551981385_886557_4423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Sebastião, Diogo e Isabel, durou ainda até perto das 6h, tendo por palco o sofá da sala do Diogo onde nos sentámos à chegada e de onde apenas nos levantámos às 6h, para dormir. O Sebastião e Isabel abandonaram-nos cedo, enquanto que o Diogo e eu continuámos a dar voz à causa e fizemos karaoke non stop e danças de mão intermináveis...quando finalmente encostamos todos à box, o Diogo fez um tour à casa de banho e de lá não saiu até às 10h. Eu apoderei-me da cama do Diogo, o Sebastião do sofá, e a Isabel encontrou forças para guiar as pernas até casa dela - verdade seja dita, fica a menos de 10 minutos a pé!... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-1203303966337664059?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/1203303966337664059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=1203303966337664059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1203303966337664059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1203303966337664059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/05/parabns-antnio.html' title='Parabéns António!!!'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFhDneXC0zI/AAAAAAAABhM/61mBliWTkxY/s72-c/n551981385_886385_8097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-3220139917888191707</id><published>2008-05-30T22:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:24:18.114+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de Semana</title><content type='html'>Nada melhor que um jantar entre amigos para terminar bem a semana, seguido de uma chichinha à beira do canal saint martin, da recepção do Sebastião em minha casa - FINALMENTE!!! -, do convívio no Point Ephemère e da corrida de bicicletas até casa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-3220139917888191707?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/3220139917888191707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=3220139917888191707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/3220139917888191707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/3220139917888191707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/05/fim-de-semana.html' title='Fim de Semana'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-6444405808409242467</id><published>2008-05-29T22:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T00:03:06.939+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trabalhos manuais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFV9KQaUw8I/AAAAAAAABhE/kuW2-j73zP0/s1600-h/Graphic13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212209758908761026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" height="223" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFV9KQaUw8I/AAAAAAAABhE/kuW2-j73zP0/s320/Graphic13.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E para relembrar velhos tempos anda como voltar aos tempos de escola e... dobrar folhetos!!! Mais de 500, mas com a ajuda de todos foi num instante e uma confirmação de que trabalho numa empresa com um mega espírito de equipa e camaradagem!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-6444405808409242467?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/6444405808409242467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=6444405808409242467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/6444405808409242467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/6444405808409242467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/05/trabalhos-manuais.html' title='Trabalhos manuais'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SFV9KQaUw8I/AAAAAAAABhE/kuW2-j73zP0/s72-c/Graphic13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-32663300174718337</id><published>2008-05-28T00:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:39:14.203+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;O mundo podia acabar no meio deste dilúvio interninável. E eu estaria feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205190807355674562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDyNdgSQT8I/AAAAAAAABg8/HryGGLhWBDk/s320/Reuniao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-32663300174718337?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/32663300174718337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=32663300174718337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/32663300174718337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/32663300174718337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/05/amigos.html' title='Amigos'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDyNdgSQT8I/AAAAAAAABg8/HryGGLhWBDk/s72-c/Reuniao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-2875905872367302342</id><published>2008-05-27T00:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:37:36.311+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Morto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDyNEQSQT7I/AAAAAAAABg0/9OffEpBQbFA/s1600-h/bonsai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205190373563977650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDyNEQSQT7I/AAAAAAAABg0/9OffEpBQbFA/s200/bonsai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caros leitores, deixo à vossa consideração - estará o Bonsai que me foi confiado morto? Conselhos de como o ressuscitar são bem vindos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-2875905872367302342?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/2875905872367302342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=2875905872367302342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/2875905872367302342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/2875905872367302342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/05/morto.html' title='Morto?'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDyNEQSQT7I/AAAAAAAABg0/9OffEpBQbFA/s72-c/bonsai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-7716157006049610907</id><published>2008-05-26T23:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:36:04.164+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Genebra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Não é uma cidade horrível como toda a gente o diz. Tem o seu quê de piada - muito calma, muito arranjadinha, muita água! Quis o trabalho que lá passasse o fim de semana, e nas horas vagas entre a montagem do stand - que ficou bem catita no final - aproveitei para conhecer a cidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDyMlQSQT4I/AAAAAAAABgc/01Ad8ivjC8I/s1600-h/P5241085.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDyMlwSQT5I/AAAAAAAABgk/KqegsmYVxrU/s1600-h/P5241085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205189849577967506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDyMlwSQT5I/AAAAAAAABgk/KqegsmYVxrU/s200/P5241085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDyMlwSQT6I/AAAAAAAABgs/jMhQ0PPWXl4/s1600-h/Stand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205189849577967522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDyMlwSQT6I/AAAAAAAABgs/jMhQ0PPWXl4/s200/Stand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDyMZASQTzI/AAAAAAAABf0/zWRLdEV69yE/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205189630534635314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDyMZASQTzI/AAAAAAAABf0/zWRLdEV69yE/s200/g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDyMZQSQT0I/AAAAAAAABf8/cQxeiHDckvA/s1600-h/ge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205189634829602626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDyMZQSQT0I/AAAAAAAABf8/cQxeiHDckvA/s200/ge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDyMZgSQT1I/AAAAAAAABgE/zQ7yKGN-f8o/s1600-h/gen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205189639124569938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDyMZgSQT1I/AAAAAAAABgE/zQ7yKGN-f8o/s200/gen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDyMaASQT2I/AAAAAAAABgM/LKf8w9txvAo/s1600-h/gene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205189647714504546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDyMaASQT2I/AAAAAAAABgM/LKf8w9txvAo/s200/gene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDyMagSQT3I/AAAAAAAABgU/PpULkpYzkz8/s1600-h/P5241084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205189656304439154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDyMagSQT3I/AAAAAAAABgU/PpULkpYzkz8/s200/P5241084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-7716157006049610907?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/7716157006049610907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=7716157006049610907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/7716157006049610907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/7716157006049610907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/05/genebra.html' title='Genebra'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDyMlwSQT5I/AAAAAAAABgk/KqegsmYVxrU/s72-c/P5241085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-2662760189257143295</id><published>2008-05-21T00:47:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:18:27.366+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Breve Passagem</title><content type='html'>"Nunca pensei ter razão quando pressagiei que era a nossa última viagem. Nunca quis acreditar que me estavas deliberadamente a ignorar. Pensei que não quisesses antecipar o inevitável mas talvez tenhas concluído que era a melhor solução, nem sei bem para quê. Talvez seja mais fácil habituarmo-nos já à ausência e fingir que o outro não mais faz parte do nosso dia a dia - como se a nossa existência nunca tivesse sido marcada, transformada, colorida pela breve passagem do outro na nossa vida. Se é a tua filosofia e vontade, não as vou contrariar, mesmo não compreendendo. Sabes onde me encontrar mas sei que não me vais procurar. Resta-me então viver com uma decisão que não foi minha e desejo que não me corresponde."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-2662760189257143295?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/2662760189257143295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=2662760189257143295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/2662760189257143295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/2662760189257143295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/05/breve-passagem.html' title='Breve Passagem'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-2078079658251561504</id><published>2008-05-14T22:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T17:01:31.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Budapeste</title><content type='html'>Uma das minhas cidades de eleição, pelos olhos de um insider, José Pedro Osório.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDnKpgSQTwI/AAAAAAAABfc/oO-wLSKL0jU/s1600-h/JPOsorio_Budapest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204413658793266946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDnKpgSQTwI/AAAAAAAABfc/oO-wLSKL0jU/s200/JPOsorio_Budapest.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204413671678168866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDnKqQSQTyI/AAAAAAAABfs/B8ICAZF8oSQ/s200/JPOsorio_Budapest2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDnKqASQTxI/AAAAAAAABfk/KFm-JFriYgw/s1600-h/JPOsorio_Budapest1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204413667383201554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDnKqASQTxI/AAAAAAAABfk/KFm-JFriYgw/s200/JPOsorio_Budapest1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-2078079658251561504?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/2078079658251561504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=2078079658251561504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/2078079658251561504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/2078079658251561504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/05/budapeste.html' title='Budapeste'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDnKpgSQTwI/AAAAAAAABfc/oO-wLSKL0jU/s72-c/JPOsorio_Budapest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-1008085552363107290</id><published>2008-05-13T21:22:00.019+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T22:57:48.683+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Italy by the Water - Canais, Mar e Lagos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Os cenários&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dormir em tudo o que era sítio, passando por hotéis a pousadas de juventude, Bungalows e B&amp;amp;B, castelo ou mesmo carro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;16 cidades visitadas ou de passagem no centro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Veneza&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(surpresa muito positiva, quer pelas pessoas e comida, mas sobretudo pela cidade, harmoniosa, colorida, bem cuidada, única. Em menos de 24h conseguimos até incluir o roubo do passeio de Gôndola)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204037956529049026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDh08wSQTcI/AAAAAAAABc8/BFQuPKDLUXM/s200/Veneza_ItalyByTheWater8-14Maio08_FD+(47).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204037960824016338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDh09ASQTdI/AAAAAAAABdE/VAnj8G8sD5w/s200/Veneza_ItalyByTheWater8-14Maio08_FD+(82).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204037965118983650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDh09QSQTeI/AAAAAAAABdM/MV9Gs9I-vU8/s200/Veneza_ItalyByTheWater8-14Maio08_FD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pádua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(picar o ponto mas com um centro histórico muito acolhedor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204038261471727090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDh1OgSQTfI/AAAAAAAABdU/AfLxCbH4AMQ/s200/Padua_ItalyByTheWater8-14Maio08_FD+(6).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bolonha&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(apesar de visita by night, a cidade marcou pontos pela lindíssima praça central)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204038527759699458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDh1eASQTgI/AAAAAAAABdc/550eA1YPQ4A/s200/Bolonha_ItalyByTheWater8-14Maio08_FD+(10).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lucca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (não programado, cidade muito pequena e entre muros)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Terre:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Riomaggiore, Manarola, Corniglia, Vernazza, Monterosso&lt;/span&gt; (Deslumbrante. Imensidão de mar, sentimento de isolamento e calma, cores quentes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204045266563387074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDh7mQSQTsI/AAAAAAAABe8/wYV5lAGJdoM/s200/5Terre_ItalyByWater8-14Mai08_MM+(123).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204045262268419762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDh7mASQTrI/AAAAAAAABe0/nrTGEJIVQ80/s200/5Terre_ItalyByWater8-14Mai08_MM+(62).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204045262268419746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDh7mASQTqI/AAAAAAAABes/t_TIh3gbAak/s200/5Terre_ItalyByWater8-14Mai08_MM+(25).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204045257973452434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDh7lwSQTpI/AAAAAAAABek/U-0U2F90WGk/s200/5Terre_ItalyByTheWater8-14Maio08_FD+(26).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levanto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(a praia que poderia ter sido se não estivesse mau tempo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204040340235898402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDh3HgSQTiI/AAAAAAAABds/i48-JTW51wQ/s200/5Terre_ItalyByWater8-14Mai08_MM+(210).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Génova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (tao horrível e industrial que nem parámos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Milão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(por um minuto não entrámos na Catedral, a moda não andava assim tão estampada nas pessoas quanto esperaria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204041216409226802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDh36gSQTjI/AAAAAAAABd0/YW8gBeX1low/s200/Milao_ItalyByWater8-14Mai08_MM+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204041224999161410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDh37ASQTkI/AAAAAAAABd8/YhFXOWGIg1g/s200/Milao_ItalyByWater8-14Mai08_MM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(lindo de morrer, o lago - não a cidade que entre as 13h e as 16h deixa de existir)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204042848496799346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDh5ZgSQTnI/AAAAAAAABeU/_APhplaWOLg/s200/LagoComo_ItalyByTheWater8-14Maio08_FD+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204046902945926882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDh9FgSQTuI/AAAAAAAABfM/H1se_PDutNM/s200/LagoComo_ItalyByWater8-14Mai08_MM+(88).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Menaggio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (encantador, baixinho e com uma vista privilegiada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bellagio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (apelidada de pérola do lago, tem o seu quê de preciosidade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204043338123071106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDh52ASQToI/AAAAAAAABec/rlewMssHnKA/s200/LagoComo_ItalyByWater8-14Mai08_MM+(49).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Carimate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (envolvente do castelo, muito simpático até onde a vista alcançava)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204042401820200530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDh4_gSQTlI/AAAAAAAABeE/ESrxndGcYik/s200/CasteloCarimate_ItalyByWater8-14Mai08_MM+(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204042410410135138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDh5AASQTmI/AAAAAAAABeM/C-89bvh7zjE/s200/CasteloCarimate_ItalyByWater8-14Mai08_MM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;As surpresas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Encontrar amigos logo no primeiro dia em Veneza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204048741191929586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDh-wgSQTvI/AAAAAAAABfU/J-EgQOfCzfc/s200/Veneza_ItalyByTheWater8-14Maio08_FD+(76).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Encontrar diferenças, até na própria forma de lidar com essas mesmas diferenças &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Não ter tido problemas com o carro, à excepção de pequena multa de estacionamento no último dia - e do carro se ter revelado extremamente económico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Os filmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Um vôo perdido devido a um incêndio na linha do combóio e adiado em 25h o início da viagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Um atraso na chegada a Paris e prolongamento de estadia dentro do avião de 1h30, devido a problemas de insegurança no aeroporto, resultando numa molha ao chegar a Porte Maillot e apanhar de táxi porque já não havia metro.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204038858472181266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDh1xQSQThI/AAAAAAAABdk/UY4mXLAGIpM/s200/AeroportoBergamo_ItalyByWater8-14Mai08_MM+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Receber um carro categoria abaixo do encomendado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A opinião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adoro itália&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Estou farta de filmes com aviões.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Devia haver mais adaptação ao turista - na língua, nos horários, na informação disponível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Novamente decepção com as praias - apesar do azul da água, a areia preta e a pagar não convencem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Itália voltou a encantar pelos cenários e variedade, pelas cores e sabores, embora o sul seja mais autêntico que o Norte, já bastante ocidentalizado e muito turístico. Sem dúvida um país a conhecer e redescobrir vezes sem conta, com paisagens fascinantes e cidade únicas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;As estatísticas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;As fotos - mais de 500&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Minhas - mais de 150&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do Miguel - menos de 15&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-1008085552363107290?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/1008085552363107290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=1008085552363107290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1008085552363107290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1008085552363107290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/05/italy-by-water-canais-mar-e-lagos.html' title='Italy by the Water - Canais, Mar e Lagos'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDh08wSQTcI/AAAAAAAABc8/BFQuPKDLUXM/s72-c/Veneza_ItalyByTheWater8-14Maio08_FD+(47).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-4638674653324039183</id><published>2008-05-07T00:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:13:37.965+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PARABÉNS DAVID!!!!</title><content type='html'>Comemoração entre o partido restrito e com mais uma experiência culinária à Fi acompanhada de vinho da amizade, passámos a meia-noite do David com um moche, abraços e um quase precalço "em brasa"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-4638674653324039183?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/4638674653324039183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=4638674653324039183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4638674653324039183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4638674653324039183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/05/parabns-david.html' title='PARABÉNS DAVID!!!!'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-8879959158215427461</id><published>2008-05-05T21:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:22:04.579+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Não precisamos tanto da ajuda dos amigos como da certeza da ajuda deles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-8879959158215427461?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/8879959158215427461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=8879959158215427461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8879959158215427461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8879959158215427461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-precisamos-tanto-da-ajuda-dos-amigos.html' title=''/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-4420731567446153258</id><published>2008-05-04T22:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:11:59.769+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem diria, "praia" em Paris!</title><content type='html'>Ansiosa por sol e mesmo cansada da viagem, o dia impunha uma ida a um parque. Mais outra descoberta em Paris, o Bois de Boulogne, uma imensidão de relvados e lagos. Entre raquetes, leitura e sesta ainda se apanhou algum bronze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhm6gSQTaI/AAAAAAAABcs/AWn-VCTrOWc/s1600-h/BoisBoulogne_4Maio08+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204022524711554466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhm6gSQTaI/AAAAAAAABcs/AWn-VCTrOWc/s200/BoisBoulogne_4Maio08+(6).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhm6wSQTbI/AAAAAAAABc0/wTQnZG6Hs2I/s1600-h/BoisBoulogne_4Maio08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204022529006521778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhm6wSQTbI/AAAAAAAABc0/wTQnZG6Hs2I/s200/BoisBoulogne_4Maio08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E porque foi um autêntico dia de Verão, nada melhor que um mix de sushi entre amigos, à janela do meu quarto, aberta de par em par para sentir a brisa morna, sentados em almofadas à volta de uma chicha que pouco rodava...todos os dias deviam ser assim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-4420731567446153258?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/4420731567446153258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=4420731567446153258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4420731567446153258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4420731567446153258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/05/quem-diria-praia-em-paris.html' title='Quem diria, &quot;praia&quot; em Paris!'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhm6gSQTaI/AAAAAAAABcs/AWn-VCTrOWc/s72-c/BoisBoulogne_4Maio08+(6).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-7748408848667943009</id><published>2008-05-03T23:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:58:22.650+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Deutschen Röntgenkongress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhlJASQTZI/AAAAAAAABck/CjbsmL__Lq8/s1600-h/BiospaceMedCongressBerlin_01-03Maio08+(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204020574796402066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhlJASQTZI/AAAAAAAABck/CjbsmL__Lq8/s200/BiospaceMedCongressBerlin_01-03Maio08+(13).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O trabalho assim nos obriga e lá me desloquei a Berlim durante 5 dias para um congresso de Radiologia. O stand ficou impecável, e os dias lá se passaram com um ou outro atrito com as populações locais... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-7748408848667943009?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/7748408848667943009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=7748408848667943009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/7748408848667943009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/7748408848667943009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/05/deutschen-rntgenkongress.html' title='Deutschen Röntgenkongress'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhlJASQTZI/AAAAAAAABck/CjbsmL__Lq8/s72-c/BiospaceMedCongressBerlin_01-03Maio08+(13).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-1462735818629873783</id><published>2008-04-27T23:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:27:25.295+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrações e Aventura - Viva a Natureza e o bom tempo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fim de semana para todos os gostos! Aberta oficialmente a temporada do bom tempo - esperemos! -, inaugurámos a Pont des Arts no Sábado com o aniversário da Cristina Brasileiro com esses acontecimentos grandiosos que são os picnics noturnos! Antes, e para criar habituação aos grandes espaços, solinho e leitura comentada no Buttes Chaumont, parque com muito potencial ainda a explorar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Domingo e para variar de Paris, um pulinho a Rambouillet, floresta e castelo nas imediações, reserva de animais selvagens e outro castelo para os mais corajosos - que não foi o nosso caso, pelo menos na totalidade. Bicicleta para o dia todo, sol a convidar a actividades outdoor - sem dúvida a repetir!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204011778703379794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhdJASQTVI/AAAAAAAABcE/7f_md1F4Cyc/s320/Rambouillet_28Abril08+(16).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204011920437300610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhdRQSQTYI/AAAAAAAABcc/L2YKbx1VMQE/s200/Rambouillet_28Abril08+(9).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204011782998347106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhdJQSQTWI/AAAAAAAABcM/S4TRVcHQ-Hk/s320/Rambouillet_28Abril08+(22).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204011916142333298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhdRASQTXI/AAAAAAAABcU/JZXt6opTvfs/s200/Rambouillet_28Abril08+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-1462735818629873783?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/1462735818629873783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=1462735818629873783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1462735818629873783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1462735818629873783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/celebraes-e-aventura-viva-natureza-e-o.html' title='Celebrações e Aventura - Viva a Natureza e o bom tempo!'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhdJASQTVI/AAAAAAAABcE/7f_md1F4Cyc/s72-c/Rambouillet_28Abril08+(16).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-6563092596801363707</id><published>2008-04-25T22:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:47:23.599+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponto picado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDha4gSQTUI/AAAAAAAABb8/lwr9kr4WPCA/s1600-h/ParcBrassens_25Abril08+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204009296212282690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDha4gSQTUI/AAAAAAAABb8/lwr9kr4WPCA/s320/ParcBrassens_25Abril08+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No parque Brassens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tentativa de adiar, não houve solução que não satisfazer desejo. Mesmo que nos dê trabalho. Mas o bacalhau no forno estava delicioso, que o diga a Miriam, a americana que voltou a dar o ar da sua graça lá por casa mais uma noite!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-6563092596801363707?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/6563092596801363707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=6563092596801363707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/6563092596801363707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/6563092596801363707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/ponto-picado.html' title='Ponto picado'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDha4gSQTUI/AAAAAAAABb8/lwr9kr4WPCA/s72-c/ParcBrassens_25Abril08+(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-5512068029092753094</id><published>2008-04-24T23:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:46:17.938+02:00</updated><title type='text'>É bom termos quem cuide de nós!</title><content type='html'>Quando os desejos apertam...podemos tentar enganá-los com tâmaras. Ou podemos simplesmente dar largas à imaginação, apostar nos pormenores, ir mais longe que os próprios desejos e optar ainda por outras coisas que nos abram ainda mais o apetite, transformar um final de dia em noite inesquecível, fazer alguém sentir-se bem e único. Melhor é quando não só tentamos tudo isto e no final somos bem sucedidos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-5512068029092753094?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/5512068029092753094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=5512068029092753094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/5512068029092753094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/5512068029092753094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/bom-termos-quem-cuide-de-ns.html' title='É bom termos quem cuide de nós!'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-4812577049657200670</id><published>2008-04-20T23:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:09:21.008+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo no campo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhZpQSQTPI/AAAAAAAABbU/LyTCA_BhNKc/s1600-h/Chantilly_20Abril08+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204007934707649778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhZpQSQTPI/AAAAAAAABbU/LyTCA_BhNKc/s200/Chantilly_20Abril08+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhZpgSQTQI/AAAAAAAABbc/eK2gPyJFylo/s1600-h/Chantilly_20Abril08+(36).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204007939002617090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhZpgSQTQI/AAAAAAAABbc/eK2gPyJFylo/s200/Chantilly_20Abril08+(36).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhZpwSQTRI/AAAAAAAABbk/wLHzAo_eUMA/s1600-h/Chantilly_20Abril08+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204007943297584402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhZpwSQTRI/AAAAAAAABbk/wLHzAo_eUMA/s200/Chantilly_20Abril08+(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não foi bem mas quase, com passeio - finalmente - ao castelo de Chantilly e às cavalariças. O dia foi em cheio, com espectáculos de dressgae e provas de obstáculos, castelo, chantilly original e acrobacias no riacho. Não foi no campo mas foi quase, e que bem que soube! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-4812577049657200670?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/4812577049657200670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=4812577049657200670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4812577049657200670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4812577049657200670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/domingo-no-campo.html' title='Domingo no campo'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhZpQSQTPI/AAAAAAAABbU/LyTCA_BhNKc/s72-c/Chantilly_20Abril08+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-8604170485790038600</id><published>2008-04-19T00:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:04:49.025+02:00</updated><title type='text'>There's something about the clouds...</title><content type='html'>Há algo de fantástico nas nuvens de Paris...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204002205221276786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhUbwSQTHI/AAAAAAAABaU/R_CM_GDf6EI/s200/DiaParaMim_Pompidou%2BMarais%2BCremaillerePierre19Abril08+(11).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre preguiçar de manhã e desafiada para dar largas à minha veia artística - o que superei com mestria e apenas interrompida por polícias que alegavam degradação do solo público - o dia passou a correr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204003528071204066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhVowSQTOI/AAAAAAAABbM/tIiAWU0U_0g/s320/DiaParaMim_Pompidou%2BMarais%2BCremaillerePierre19Abril08+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Também constaram corridas atrás de balões, brincar ao quantos-queres e comer uns crepes deliciosos, tudo num cenário magnífico como o Marais e a Place de Vosges, enquadrado num enredo cujo céu estava tal qual uma aguarela e deu lugar a uma noite maravilhosa, de Verão, que apenas estaria completa com passagem numa cremaillère, algures num 18º andar e ao sabor de um churrasco nada improvisado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204002218106178690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhUcgSQTII/AAAAAAAABac/iUGpITp4jy8/s200/DiaParaMim_Pompidou%2BMarais%2BCremaillerePierre19Abril08+(18).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-8604170485790038600?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/8604170485790038600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=8604170485790038600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8604170485790038600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8604170485790038600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/theres-something-about-clouds.html' title='There&apos;s something about the clouds...'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDhUbwSQTHI/AAAAAAAABaU/R_CM_GDf6EI/s72-c/DiaParaMim_Pompidou%2BMarais%2BCremaillerePierre19Abril08+(11).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-1927701963410757409</id><published>2008-04-18T00:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T10:03:30.198+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha mais pão?</title><content type='html'>Depois de um bar à vins acompanhado de conversas que marcam, jantar do nucleo do partido em Montmartre, acolhidos pelo caloroso serviço francês e pedidos sem fim de pão para torrar na pedra, ha falta de carne e outras coisas melhores e mais logicas!! O que nos fomos lembrar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-1927701963410757409?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/1927701963410757409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=1927701963410757409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1927701963410757409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1927701963410757409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/ha-mais-po.html' title='Ha mais pão?'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-4647927862771043368</id><published>2008-04-17T02:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:18:44.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Irá a coisa ao sítio??...</title><content type='html'>Paris sempre me pareceu uma cidade mega pacífica, organizada, ordeira. A verdade é que de há uns meses para cá tenho sentido alguma instabilidade e inconformidade no ar e qual não é o meu espanto quando, ao chegar ao trabalho, vejo um carro acabado de incendiar, grandes chamas, desvios de trânsito, um calor e cheiro nada agradáveis. Dou por mim a ver as notícias e descubro que dias antes haviam incendiado 15 carros no meu bairro! Também não há muitos dias vi um metro todo grafitado, coisa completamente anormal por estas bandas. O que me leva a perguntar - irá a coisa ao sítio ou apenas haverá tendência para piorar? Do mal o menos, ainda há pessoas bem dispostas e rendidas a sorrisos que fazem do final do nosso dia uma ocasião especial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201828671721122578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDCbndBhKxI/AAAAAAAABaE/lqJHM91dALQ/s200/Metro28Marco08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201827812727663362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDCa1dBhKwI/AAAAAAAABZ8/wPw4zEbBJJM/s200/violencia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-4647927862771043368?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/4647927862771043368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=4647927862771043368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4647927862771043368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4647927862771043368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/ir-coisa-ao-stio.html' title='Irá a coisa ao sítio??...'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDCbndBhKxI/AAAAAAAABaE/lqJHM91dALQ/s72-c/Metro28Marco08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-8148624246317893039</id><published>2008-04-16T20:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:29:30.196+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cucu da Primavera</title><content type='html'>Finalmente a Primavera começa a perder as vergonhas e o final de dia convidava a um belo picnic! Parc Monceau foi o cenário escolhido, uma estreia, e a ementa a já tradicional meloa, salmão, presunto e queijinho de figos, aquecidos por um chá! A Amélie Poulin não quis nada connosco, ficaram as ruas de Paris para alegrar os olhos!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-8148624246317893039?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/8148624246317893039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=8148624246317893039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8148624246317893039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8148624246317893039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/cucu-da-primavera.html' title='Cucu da Primavera'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-1859885712075801390</id><published>2008-04-15T01:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:57:21.542+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual</title><content type='html'>...não muito diferente do que venho tendo mas por mãos portuguesas em terras gaulesas. Depois da minha estreia num cabeleireiro em Paris - nada mal sucedida! -, nada melhor que saborear um McDonalds em frente a uma sessão de Friends em boa companhia, mesmo que o estado de espírito não fosse o de habitual euforia e as palavras fossem escassas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-1859885712075801390?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/1859885712075801390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=1859885712075801390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1859885712075801390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1859885712075801390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/05/visual.html' title='Visual'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-5316400923070004771</id><published>2008-04-14T23:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:53:32.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Parece que vivi um mês inteiro neste fim de semana.</title><content type='html'>"Foi intenso. Talvez demasiado intenso. Positivo?... Natural, apenas. Necessário, às vezes, para pararmos e olharmos para as coisas com outros olhos. Pequenas coisas que pomos de lado, guardadas para uma reflexão posterior, vêm subitamente ao de cima despoletadas por um acontecimento inesperado e levam a um turbilhão de sensações e confusão de pensamentos. Saudades, muitas, nem eu sabia quantas nem porquê. Positivo. Sem dúvida."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-5316400923070004771?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/5316400923070004771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=5316400923070004771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/5316400923070004771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/5316400923070004771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/parece-que-vivi-um-ms-inteiro-neste-fim.html' title='Parece que vivi um mês inteiro neste fim de semana.'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-8129535485900266342</id><published>2008-04-14T00:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:46:00.118+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Turismo muito bem acompanhado!</title><content type='html'>O fim de semana foi reservado a passeios turísticos - o habitual tour École Militaire, Tour Eiffel, caminhada à beira do Sena até Invalides e Pont Alexandre III, Concorde, atravessar as Tuileries, Louvre, almoçar na Île Saint Louis, passagem por Chatelet a caminho de Montmartre, com reforço do Diogo e Peixeiro. O jantar foi em Bastille, bem simpático por sinal, com sabor a Brasil e presenteado no final com alguma chuva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201805977113930482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDCG-dBhKvI/AAAAAAAABZ0/5MjHVu4vxkU/s320/Edu%2BJoaoCarvalho12_13Abril08+(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201805959934061234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDCG9dBhKrI/AAAAAAAABZU/jikmEnftpU8/s320/Edu%2BJoaoCarvalho12_13Abril08+(10).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201805977113930466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDCG-dBhKuI/AAAAAAAABZs/t36JDB2yMk4/s320/Edu%2BJoaoCarvalho12_13Abril08+(48).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O tour parte dois, de Domingo, incluiu a novidade da subida à Arche de la Défense, percorrer os Champs Elysées, deambular no Marais e saborear uns crepes e, para terminar em beleza, um jantar muito caseiro a 5 até horas indecentes e com karaoke e actos de canibalismo à mistura. Quase que podia antecipar o sermão do dia seguinte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201805972818963154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDCG-NBhKtI/AAAAAAAABZk/Ukec6_ARI-k/s320/Edu%2BJoaoCarvalho12_13Abril08+(29).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201805964229028546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDCG9tBhKsI/AAAAAAAABZc/iS_g30z-jV8/s320/Edu%2BJoaoCarvalho12_13Abril08+(20).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-8129535485900266342?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/8129535485900266342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=8129535485900266342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8129535485900266342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8129535485900266342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/turismo-muito-bem-acompanhado.html' title='Turismo muito bem acompanhado!'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SDCG-dBhKvI/AAAAAAAABZ0/5MjHVu4vxkU/s72-c/Edu%2BJoaoCarvalho12_13Abril08+(7).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-4630245094437939241</id><published>2008-04-13T01:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:48:56.648+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Biospace Med EOS Ultra low dose 2D|3D x-ray system</title><content type='html'>Para quem tenha curiosidade em perceber melhor o que a minha empresa faz!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0lxijQyKLQc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0lxijQyKLQc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-4630245094437939241?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/4630245094437939241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=4630245094437939241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4630245094437939241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4630245094437939241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/biospace-med-eos-ultra-low-dose-2d3d-x.html' title='Biospace Med EOS Ultra low dose 2D|3D x-ray system'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-5683980233945778046</id><published>2008-04-12T00:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:59:17.429+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sodoku, duas laranjas e pêra, a receita santa para a prisão de ventre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SC4RlNBhKqI/AAAAAAAABYw/lTQKfkVKJX4/s1600-h/P4120667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201113950508362402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SC4RlNBhKqI/AAAAAAAABYw/lTQKfkVKJX4/s320/P4120667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre amigos todos os pretextos são bons para divagar!! E esta com sabor especial, com a chegada do Edu - que saudades!!! - e do João Carvalho. A noite foi mítica, com direito a concerto de guitarra na Cité Universitaire, uma ementa picnic partilhada entre todos e um passeio noturno rumo a nenhures, pontuado pela apariação de uns americanos, de uma bola, trocas de casacos e de uma garrafa de gin e sumo de limão que o Diogo passeou religiosamente...nem faltou mesmo a bicicleta até casa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-5683980233945778046?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/5683980233945778046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=5683980233945778046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/5683980233945778046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/5683980233945778046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/sodoku-duas-laranjas-e-pra-receita.html' title='sodoku, duas laranjas e pêra, a receita santa para a prisão de ventre'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SC4RlNBhKqI/AAAAAAAABYw/lTQKfkVKJX4/s72-c/P4120667.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-8320228415355112583</id><published>2008-04-11T00:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:11:04.677+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>"És encantador, irresístivel. No teu desleixo tens uma graça infindável, no teu desprendimento um charme desarmante. Cresceste. E por te teres conseguido manter fiel a ti próprio, admiro-te e todos os dias te volto a descobrir e deixo-me, novamente, encantar."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-8320228415355112583?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/8320228415355112583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=8320228415355112583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8320228415355112583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8320228415355112583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-310463811881781404</id><published>2008-04-10T00:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:07:58.283+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Há por aí talentos escondidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SC4FdNBhKoI/AAAAAAAABYg/vpLCuyZXik8/s1600-h/image.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201100618929875586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SC4FdNBhKoI/AAAAAAAABYg/vpLCuyZXik8/s200/image.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não há uma sem duas - há que improvisar um pouco os ditados populares! -, e porque depois de visitar uma das melhores salas de música de Paris se impunha visitar também a segunda, assisti a um concerto Nouveaux Virtuoses na sala Gaveau, um duo de piano argentino lindíssimo e apenas interrompido por um inconveniente falso alarme de incêndio...para logo de seguida retomar com dois encores!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-310463811881781404?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/310463811881781404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=310463811881781404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/310463811881781404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/310463811881781404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/h-por-talentos-escondidos.html' title='Há por aí talentos escondidos'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/SC4FdNBhKoI/AAAAAAAABYg/vpLCuyZXik8/s72-c/image.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-9072355888395268779</id><published>2008-04-09T01:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:57:15.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>E porque não...</title><content type='html'>...para comemorar o facto de ter terminado - com sucesso - o período de experiência na empresa e ter passado a efectiva, ficar umas horas a mais na cama? O despertador não ter tocado ajudou...Reunião "familiar" alargada chez moi continuando a matar saudades de Portugal com uma estreia de bacalhau espiritual a marcar pontos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-9072355888395268779?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/9072355888395268779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=9072355888395268779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/9072355888395268779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/9072355888395268779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/e-porque-no.html' title='E porque não...'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-8818425260236372967</id><published>2008-04-08T03:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:54:54.331+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gastronomia portuguesa</title><content type='html'>O final de dia não inspirava grande coisa mas Paris surpreendeu com mais uma exposição de fotografias de moda em pleno Marais e experiências gastronómicas - que, aliás, haviam começado já de manhã, no escritório, com os pastéis de nata e ovos moles de aveiro que os meus colegas devoraram!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-8818425260236372967?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/8818425260236372967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=8818425260236372967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8818425260236372967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8818425260236372967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/gastronomia-portuguesa.html' title='Gastronomia portuguesa'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-6734881153776952424</id><published>2008-04-07T03:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T03:06:45.897+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Será La Niña?...</title><content type='html'>Que não é normal nesta altura do ano, não é, mas que a há, há. A neve ameaçou assim que aterrei e chegou em grande pela madrugada dentro. Em pleno Abril! E pensar que cheguei hoje de Portugal e que o carro marcava quase 30 gaus...alguém me explica o que se anda a passar? &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186303379879522626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_lzch8gcUI/AAAAAAAABXY/i6bhVEM6cbc/s320/P4070666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-6734881153776952424?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/6734881153776952424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=6734881153776952424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/6734881153776952424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/6734881153776952424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/ser-la-nia.html' title='Será La Niña?...'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_lzch8gcUI/AAAAAAAABXY/i6bhVEM6cbc/s72-c/P4070666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-8630730492157355548</id><published>2008-04-06T23:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T08:46:03.084+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Valeu a pena!</title><content type='html'>Mais uma visita relâmpago a Portugal, mais um atraso de quase 3h na partida, mais um encher a barriga de mimos e atenções.&lt;br /&gt;Nova certeza de quanto adoro a minha família e o meu gato, nova surpresa ao aperceber-me da pequenez e feeldade da maior parte das pessoas, nova constatação de que tomei a decisão certa em emigrar.&lt;br /&gt;Poucas horas, alguns desencontros iniciais da mamã que compensaram com a alegria tão marcada na voz no telefonema em que comuniquei que estava em Lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas compras, foi bom rever o Gonçalo, faltou ver a mana e a Susu e alguns amigos mais queridos mas o tempo não estica.&lt;br /&gt;Valeu a pena. Vale sempre a pena voltar a casa!&lt;br /&gt;A ajuda do pai revelou-se crucial a preparar os petiscos para o início da semana, de volta ao trabalho, e todos foram fundamentais no jantar na praia, restaurante só para nós, peixinho fresco e brindados por um pôr do sol com nevoeiro e apanha de cadelinhas.&lt;br /&gt;O regresso foi marcado pela ameaça de neve e jantar em casa do Diogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada, família, gosto muito de vocês!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186387359375061346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_m_0x8gcWI/AAAAAAAABXo/1DTMg9sZqGo/s200/PT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186387363670028658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_m_1B8gcXI/AAAAAAAABXw/HBw9mmX_wtY/s200/PT1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186387367964995970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_m_1R8gcYI/AAAAAAAABX4/PxOGWypVXHg/s200/PT2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-8630730492157355548?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/8630730492157355548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=8630730492157355548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8630730492157355548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8630730492157355548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/valeu-pena.html' title='Valeu a pena!'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_m_0x8gcWI/AAAAAAAABXo/1DTMg9sZqGo/s72-c/PT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-6456383938824514412</id><published>2008-04-05T01:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T08:39:56.131+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris é a minha cidade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_nBWR8gcZI/AAAAAAAABYA/jVsD-iTuwmg/s1600-h/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186389034412306834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_nBWR8gcZI/AAAAAAAABYA/jVsD-iTuwmg/s200/image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E por isso faz-se um pouco o que se quer! Depois de rever a peça Cannibales - foi o quanto gostei dela! -, nada melhor que um picnic com uma salada de fruta deliciosa e uns camarões muito saborosos...e para ajudar a digestão, porque não jogar à macaca e à mosca, ensinando aos franceses a arte de aproveitar o momento e sermos felizes, transportando-nos até há alguns anos atrás?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-6456383938824514412?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/6456383938824514412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=6456383938824514412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/6456383938824514412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/6456383938824514412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/paris-minha-cidade.html' title='Paris é a minha cidade!'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_nBWR8gcZI/AAAAAAAABYA/jVsD-iTuwmg/s72-c/image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-1727168874129195494</id><published>2008-04-04T00:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T12:39:44.852+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estreias</title><content type='html'>Estreia absoluta em concertos de orquestra, numa das melhores salas de Paris, segundo dizem as mas linguas!... melhor ou não, encantou-me. Camarões a assinalar o quase Verão, sob a Sacré Coeur, com direito a acrobacias quase suicidas - não nossas!... E Paris que continua a sorrir-nos, em jeito de desafio e tentando-nos a descobrir o impossivel e a experimentar o inimaginavel!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186447179679560130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_n2Ox8gccI/AAAAAAAABYY/oWv8dqjwXh0/s320/orchestre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-1727168874129195494?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/1727168874129195494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=1727168874129195494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1727168874129195494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1727168874129195494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/estreias.html' title='Estreias'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_n2Ox8gccI/AAAAAAAABYY/oWv8dqjwXh0/s72-c/orchestre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-8330625295616618676</id><published>2008-04-03T23:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T12:17:37.757+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha dias assim</title><content type='html'>Ha dias assim…em que tudo bate mais forte, em que o nada mexe com tudo, em que nos deixamos levar pelo estado de espirito, no meio de uma ponte perdida num recanto ainda por descobrir, sob um céu saido de uma pintura impressionista e num forte abraco reconfortante. As lagrimas correm sem nos esforcarmos por as controlarmos, sem sabermos mesmo explicar o porquê, e o alivio e quase imediato e quase temos vontade de chorar ainda mais e continuar a beber aquela sensação de liberdade e desprendimento ! O choro da lugar ao sorriso que se transforma em gargalhada. Pelo menos interior. Porque afastados os problemas, levadas pela corrente as incertezas, tudo volta a ser perfeito. Ha dias assim… &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186445423037936034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_n0oh8gcaI/AAAAAAAABYI/NDa8NoKCqnc/s200/ceu5a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-8330625295616618676?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/8330625295616618676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=8330625295616618676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8330625295616618676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8330625295616618676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/ha-dias-assim.html' title='Ha dias assim'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_n0oh8gcaI/AAAAAAAABYI/NDa8NoKCqnc/s72-c/ceu5a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-4407303834571797349</id><published>2008-04-03T03:17:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:59:06.362+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Picture of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_l4HB8gcVI/AAAAAAAABXg/3_gHusEbwWA/s1600-h/picture_of_dorian_gray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186308508070474066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_l4HB8gcVI/AAAAAAAABXg/3_gHusEbwWA/s200/picture_of_dorian_gray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"To be good is to be in harmony with one's self. Discord is to be forced to be in harmony with others. (...) No civilised man ever regrets a pleasure, and no uncivilised man ever knows what a pleasure is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I know what pleasure is. Is to adore someone."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That is certainly better than being adored. They (women) worship us, and are always bothering us to do something for them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I should have said that whatever they ask for they had first given to us. They crete Love in our natures. They have a right to demand it back."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-4407303834571797349?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/4407303834571797349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=4407303834571797349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4407303834571797349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4407303834571797349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/picture-of-dorian-gray-by-oscar-wild.html' title='The Picture of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_l4HB8gcVI/AAAAAAAABXg/3_gHusEbwWA/s72-c/picture_of_dorian_gray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-4665692555283830812</id><published>2008-04-02T02:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T03:09:26.664+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannibales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_lvah8gcSI/AAAAAAAABXI/TqPpkk2x-Eo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186298947473273122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_lvah8gcSI/AAAAAAAABXI/TqPpkk2x-Eo/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Local: Maison Internationale, Cité Universitaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actividade: cultural, lúdica, teatro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Companhia: certa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espectáculo: Cannibales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opinião: 10 estrelas. Actores não profssionais mas com potencial já em avançado estado de desenvolvimento. Banda sonora viciante. Estados de espírito diversos e contagiantes. Diálogos intensos. Variedade de estilos surpreendente. Interpretações inesgotáveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Via uma segunda vez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/TxeUoTKVqJ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/TxeUoTKVqJ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-4665692555283830812?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/4665692555283830812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=4665692555283830812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4665692555283830812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4665692555283830812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/cannibales.html' title='Cannibales'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_lvah8gcSI/AAAAAAAABXI/TqPpkk2x-Eo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-8170160795241454748</id><published>2008-04-01T01:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T02:51:09.809+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Tempo</title><content type='html'>Faz falta. É quase como o espaço!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-8170160795241454748?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/8170160795241454748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=8170160795241454748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8170160795241454748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8170160795241454748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-tempo.html' title='O Tempo'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-6891689578980774016</id><published>2008-03-30T23:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T02:59:11.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A felicidade não são balões, como dizia o outro...</title><content type='html'>Dizem-nos os filmes, vêmo-lo descrito em livros, retratam-no as músicas. Acima de tudo, ensina-lo a experiência. A felicidade não são balões, como dizia o outro. A felicidade nunca será total se não a partilharmos. E mesmo essa partilha não fará sentido senão com uma pessoa querida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_lhHR8gcOI/AAAAAAAABWo/w0ShACuuCjw/s1600-h/30Mar08.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_lhHR8gcOI/AAAAAAAABWo/w0ShACuuCjw/s1600-h/30Mar08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186283223598002402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_lhHR8gcOI/AAAAAAAABWo/w0ShACuuCjw/s200/30Mar08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto, o tão desejado Domingo de chuva chegou e aproveitei para contar tostões, enquanto tentei acertar contas com a minha vida cibernáutica sem sucesso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-6891689578980774016?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/6891689578980774016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=6891689578980774016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/6891689578980774016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/6891689578980774016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/felicidade-no-so-bales-como-dizia-o.html' title='A felicidade não são balões, como dizia o outro...'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_lhHR8gcOI/AAAAAAAABWo/w0ShACuuCjw/s72-c/30Mar08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-4064928108770791462</id><published>2008-03-29T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T02:34:50.551+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Sábado como outro qualquer...preenchido e saboreado!</title><content type='html'>Posto o sono em dia e o exercícido em prática, o dia passou-se em descoberta e re-descoberta de inúmeras passagens em Paris, na degustação inesperada de vinhos de Bourgogne no Marais, entre eles um Grand Cru, vinho raríssimo - ou o meu paladar ainda não está afinado mas preferia os vinhos da classe abaixo! -, numa passagem rápida em exposição de tapetes e outra de pintura chinesa e no atravessar da Village Saint Paul, a caminho de um churrasco num verdadeiro palácio de franceses, com terraço maior que a minha casa e com vista até à Torre Eiffel! O Eduardo Mãos de Tesoura embalou o resto da noite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-4064928108770791462?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/4064928108770791462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=4064928108770791462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4064928108770791462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4064928108770791462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/um-sbado-como-outro-qualquerpreenchido.html' title='Um Sábado como outro qualquer...preenchido e saboreado!'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-91010954677274609</id><published>2008-03-28T05:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T02:35:14.141+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Há noites assim. Perfeitas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_loQx8gcQI/AAAAAAAABW4/3U57HJDOQIw/s1600-h/P4070663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186291083388154114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_loQx8gcQI/AAAAAAAABW4/3U57HJDOQIw/s200/P4070663.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fui princesa por uma noite. E não houve abóboras, ratos ou gatas borralheiras. Apenas príncipes e muita felicidade. Do princípio ao fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de temer o pior e quase deitar tudo a perder &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_loYh8gcRI/AAAAAAAABXA/3jwZeMMRKZE/s1600-h/BaileOperaGarnier_28Mar08+(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186291216532140306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_loYh8gcRI/AAAAAAAABXA/3jwZeMMRKZE/s200/BaileOperaGarnier_28Mar08+(16).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;por não ter um vestido comprido, enfrentei os preconceitos da sociedade com direito a uma serenata à janela, à rosa mais bonita que alguma vez recebi (aliás, duas!), a jantar surpreendente de especialidades das ilhas Maurícias, a inveja despertada por estar acompanhada de um homem fardado, a honra de ter ido ao baile do Politécnico na Ópera Garnier, evento altamente cobiçado por terras parisienses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfeita. A noite, a companhia, um sonho de menina que nem sabia que existia tornado realidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-91010954677274609?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/91010954677274609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=91010954677274609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/91010954677274609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/91010954677274609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/h-noites-assim-perfeitas.html' title='Há noites assim. Perfeitas.'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_loQx8gcQI/AAAAAAAABW4/3U57HJDOQIw/s72-c/P4070663.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-8984133481033624137</id><published>2008-03-27T02:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T01:21:10.479+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Páscoa...</title><content type='html'>...não foi mais que um pretexto para juntar alguns amigos, desejar boa sorte ao Zé e saborar uns petiscos da minha autoria: umas tâmaras enroladas em presunto e fritas de chorar por mais, guacamole caseiro, e um belo lombo de porco no forno marinado de véspera em cerveja e acompanhado de batata doce também no forno! A noite prolongou-se, com o Diogo a espantar pelos conhecimentos sobre o Notre Dame de Paris, e com a xixa a dar largas à imaginação - e divagação - do Pedro e David!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-8984133481033624137?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/8984133481033624137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=8984133481033624137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8984133481033624137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8984133481033624137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/pscoa.html' title='A Páscoa...'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-286534426516591140</id><published>2008-03-26T23:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T01:43:30.511+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>"A capacidade de vivermos cada instante, sem estarmos condicionados pelo futuro ou ansiosos pelo que ele nos reserva, sem estarmos pressionados pela ânsia de tentar defini-lo e assim perdermos o momento, é um dos melhores sentimentos de que podemos disfrutar."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-286534426516591140?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/286534426516591140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=286534426516591140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/286534426516591140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/286534426516591140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-3832563332522359380</id><published>2008-03-25T00:46:00.034+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:44:09.131+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Percurso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com os devidos agradecimentos ao companheiro de viagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184400967065432066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_KxNh8gcAI/AAAAAAAABU0/7dtVPgkm1Ww/s200/mapa_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A máquina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que guiei ao longo de mais de 1.500 km - MERCI, Marc!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184414195564703762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_K9Ph8gcBI/AAAAAAAABU8/ydK0pc4j418/s200/Carro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A companhia 10 estrelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184414204154638386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_K9QB8gcDI/AAAAAAAABVM/nHUxi0ObFJo/s200/Companhia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O desafio superado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não foi em frente à Torre Eiffel mas teve o seu encanto! Dá-se prémio a quem descobrir o porquê de Marrocos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6qOgusifXOg&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As paragens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182586038440193970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R-w-ix8gb7I/AAAAAAAABUM/ETmVcWfohSA/s200/Mariscada.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A Mariscada na Bassin d'Arcachon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184415952206327874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_K-1x8gcEI/AAAAAAAABVU/IJrgjfFhBAg/s200/FDS19-24Mar08BORDEAUX+(16).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BORDEAUX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184415956501295186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_K-2B8gcFI/AAAAAAAABVc/7PiyhxQzm-A/s200/Lago.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lac Lacanau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184415965091229810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_K-2h8gcHI/AAAAAAAABVs/GvIwpibrM6o/s200/Salto.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dune du Pilat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184418898553893026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_LBhR8gcKI/AAAAAAAABWE/DMf0R_5I8eA/s200/StEmilion.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Saint Emilion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184418894258925714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_LBhB8gcJI/AAAAAAAABV8/TSww9I2EpKE/s200/Xixa.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Xixada em casa dos anfitriões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os impossíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica a vontade do contacto com a natureza adiada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182587095002148802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R-w_gR8gb8I/AAAAAAAABUU/aLO6TIAHDYw/s200/camping_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A indesejável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Palavras para quê? A chuva decidiu dar um ar da sua graça um pouco durante toda a viagem - mas não impediu que aproveitássemos ao máximo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184414199859671074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_K9Px8gcCI/AAAAAAAABVE/lpWlAJeyM3k/s200/Indesejavel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Jingle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;como nota introdutória ao belo almoço que se seguiu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;T'es perdu&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu' sais pas où tu es&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu ne sais rien de tut&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heureusement je suis là&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;pour te guider &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;jusqu'à la rue&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;que tu veux&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os pequenos prazeres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Com direito a uma dose não negligenciável de açúcar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184417927891284098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_LAox8gcII/AAAAAAAABV0/8wSUbAUPKHc/s200/Prazeres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A banda sonora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;NADA consensual. Abundou, contudo, um clássico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/pD2sZTlizv/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/pD2sZTlizv/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O Resultado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fim de semana prolongado recheado - superou as expectativas em todas as direcções! Que venham mais!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184428875762921682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_LKmB8gcNI/AAAAAAAABWc/jfsk1vLfWI4/s200/Resultqdo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-3832563332522359380?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/3832563332522359380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=3832563332522359380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/3832563332522359380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/3832563332522359380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R_KxNh8gcAI/AAAAAAAABU0/7dtVPgkm1Ww/s72-c/mapa_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-1750328430075235475</id><published>2008-03-24T00:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:10:51.762+01:00</updated><title type='text'>www.naomeapetecetrabalhar.com</title><content type='html'>"Se no dia-a-dia das empresas há sempre alguém que para quebrar a rotina vá beber um cafezinho, fumar um cigarrinho, comprar o jornal, apanhar ar lá fora, o que é que fazem as pessoas que não se mexem do seu lugar, para relaxarem durante 5 minutos? Investigámos esta questão a fundo e rapidamente percebemos que a resposta é: vão à net! Uns passam pelo Messenger para dizer olá, outros pelos sites dos jornais, há quem veja o tempo, licite em leilões, procure vídeos no youtube ou a receita para o jantar desse dia. Mas tudo isto se pode fazer numa manhã e as tardes meus amigos? Também têm de ser bem aproveitadas ou não? A pensar nestas pessoas criámos este site."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-1750328430075235475?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/1750328430075235475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=1750328430075235475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1750328430075235475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1750328430075235475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/wwwnaomeapetecetrabalharcom.html' title='www.naomeapetecetrabalhar.com'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-8694075258606954476</id><published>2008-03-23T23:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T00:51:29.644+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde estás?</title><content type='html'>EU? Eu estou em ti!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-8694075258606954476?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/8694075258606954476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=8694075258606954476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8694075258606954476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8694075258606954476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/onde-ests.html' title='Onde estás?'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-5871634479020334945</id><published>2008-03-22T00:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T00:50:16.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há talento escondido onde menos se espera.</title><content type='html'>Este passou recentemente por minha casa. Miriam, boa sorte na tua descoberta do mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/miriamcantsing"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/miriamcantsing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canal youtube: antiquarianoperagirl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-5871634479020334945?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/5871634479020334945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=5871634479020334945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/5871634479020334945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/5871634479020334945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/h-talento-escondido-onde-menos-se.html' title='Há talento escondido onde menos se espera.'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-5218585254711931625</id><published>2008-03-20T03:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:46:14.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lullyfarma</title><content type='html'>A saúde sempre à mão. Com entrega ao domicílio e até vista para o mar. (E não, não recebo comissão!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lullyfarma.pt/"&gt;http://www.lullyfarma.pt/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182030402816077634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R-pFMh8gb0I/AAAAAAAABTU/siH-ore3Z3g/s200/lully.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-5218585254711931625?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/5218585254711931625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=5218585254711931625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/5218585254711931625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/5218585254711931625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/lullyfarma.html' title='Lullyfarma'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R-pFMh8gb0I/AAAAAAAABTU/siH-ore3Z3g/s72-c/lully.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-3229460899513429668</id><published>2008-03-19T00:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:07:53.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomates Recheados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R-w2tB8gb2I/AAAAAAAABTk/ALf7SP0D21A/s1600-h/T42535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182577418440830818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R-w2tB8gb2I/AAAAAAAABTk/ALf7SP0D21A/s200/T42535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foi o que decidi fazer para receber uma amiga do Diogo que alojei durante uma noite. Antes passeei-me por Paris, enfrentei o frio gélido de frente e visitei uma galeria acabada de inaugurar (Bendana-Pinel), em presença do artista (Paulo Zuleta Zahr)... e ainda há quem diga que não se faz nada em Paris... como é que é possível? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-3229460899513429668?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/3229460899513429668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=3229460899513429668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/3229460899513429668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/3229460899513429668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/tomates-recheados.html' title='Tomates Recheados'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R-w2tB8gb2I/AAAAAAAABTk/ALf7SP0D21A/s72-c/T42535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-4412898980021148483</id><published>2008-03-18T00:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T00:30:02.944+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria de Medeiros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R-wttx8gb1I/AAAAAAAABTc/dcmAoIpA63M/s1600-h/MariaMedeiros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182567535721082706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R-wttx8gb1I/AAAAAAAABTc/dcmAoIpA63M/s200/MariaMedeiros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem diria que a Maria de Medeiros ainda dava cartas no mundo do espectáculo? Mais, quem diria que ela agora até canta, ao princípio assusta, mas depois quase que encanta? Foi assim, na UNESCO, após nomeação oficial como embaixadora da música pela Paz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E porque a noite assim o exigia, jantarzinho découvertte em Marroquino há muito cobiçado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-4412898980021148483?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/4412898980021148483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=4412898980021148483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4412898980021148483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4412898980021148483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/maria-de-medeiros.html' title='Maria de Medeiros'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R-wttx8gb1I/AAAAAAAABTc/dcmAoIpA63M/s72-c/MariaMedeiros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-6927474004667911205</id><published>2008-03-17T03:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:11:31.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltar à infância</title><content type='html'>Sabe bem. Seja através de caças ao tesouro, percursos tematicos tendo como pano de fundo Paris - essa cidade inesgotavel e sempre surpreendente! -, blind test de sabores ou quizz inesperados, a pé ou de bicicleta, com a pimenta de um espectaculo de variedades indiano, todas as formas são boas para descobrir Paris e nos redescobrirmos a nos proprios. As horas passam a correr e nem damos pelo final do dia que chega sem avisar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-6927474004667911205?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/6927474004667911205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=6927474004667911205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/6927474004667911205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/6927474004667911205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/voltar-infncia.html' title='Voltar à infância'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-3759170202035104004</id><published>2008-03-16T23:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:05:22.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Salto do cogumelo</title><content type='html'>Acordar cedo para uma sessão de curtas metragens &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R-EDl_NW9jI/AAAAAAAABSs/gHvxWlrBvMU/s1600-h/nsmariods3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179424997610288690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R-EDl_NW9jI/AAAAAAAABSs/gHvxWlrBvMU/s200/nsmariods3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fonte com espuma em saint germain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pôt de départ do Zé em casa do Antonio a partir das 14h e com direito a uma barrigada de petiscos tradicionais&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ida de metro até à Cité Universitaire para comemorar pela terceira vez os anos do Zeca &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ir sentada ao lado do Luigi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;= &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;salto no vazio para apanhar o cogumelo que faz crescer e quase estatelar no chão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-3759170202035104004?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/3759170202035104004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=3759170202035104004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/3759170202035104004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/3759170202035104004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/salto-do-cogumelo.html' title='Salto do cogumelo'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R-EDl_NW9jI/AAAAAAAABSs/gHvxWlrBvMU/s72-c/nsmariods3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-8438581517350347835</id><published>2008-03-15T02:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:22:21.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PARABÉNS ZECA II</title><content type='html'>A festa continuou. Não sem antes experimentar um belo restaurante mesmo ao lado de Oberkampf, sabores do mundo recomendam-se (10 pontos pelas batatas fritas por serem de batatas doces). Tentativa algo frustrada de visitar a exposição de entrada gratuita na Belevilloise - mas divertida, acho que vontade de nos expulsarem do bar não faltou e ainda vimos uma fantastica mostra de fotografia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R-EE8_NW9kI/AAAAAAAABS0/k6JxcXsbAl8/s1600-h/FestaZeca.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179426492258907714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R-EE8_NW9kI/AAAAAAAABS0/k6JxcXsbAl8/s200/FestaZeca.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentido de orientação não abundou e depois de estacionadas as vélibs e andados kilometros na direcção oposta, conseguimos finalmente as indicações para chegar ao Chez Jorges e fazer a festa pela segunda vez pelo Zeca! PARABENS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-8438581517350347835?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/8438581517350347835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=8438581517350347835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8438581517350347835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8438581517350347835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/parabns-zeca-ii.html' title='PARABÉNS ZECA II'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R-EE8_NW9kI/AAAAAAAABS0/k6JxcXsbAl8/s72-c/FestaZeca.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-4900243987643244125</id><published>2008-03-14T02:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T12:56:22.711+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PARABÉNS ZECA!</title><content type='html'>Foi só à meia noite e nem a murraça na porta do vizinho impediu que celebrássemos à grande o aniversário do Zeca! Reunidos chez nous, jantámos condignamente um petisco preparado por mim e inspirado noutras receitas - beringelas recheadas a acompanhar com salada e arroz embebido em leite de côco - e festejámos até ao último metro, acompanhados devidamente de muito boa disposição!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-4900243987643244125?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/4900243987643244125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=4900243987643244125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4900243987643244125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4900243987643244125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/parabns-zeca.html' title='PARABÉNS ZECA!'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-5193309244267448753</id><published>2008-03-13T23:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:27:07.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada, Ema!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adorei a surpresa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Digam la que a minha senhoria não é uma querida? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179428175886087778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R-EGe_NW9mI/AAAAAAAABTE/bicB1l1JUEw/s320/Filipa%2520Duarte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-5193309244267448753?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/5193309244267448753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=5193309244267448753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/5193309244267448753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/5193309244267448753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/obrigada-ema.html' title='Obrigada, Ema!!'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R-EGe_NW9mI/AAAAAAAABTE/bicB1l1JUEw/s72-c/Filipa%2520Duarte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-6043559872923989689</id><published>2008-03-12T05:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T05:26:23.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paulo, vais ganhar os prémios todos!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Citando o meu amigo Paulo Varela,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://videos.sapo.pt/60zM9PTo91A6qZwgqSZ9"&gt;http://videos.sapo.pt/60zM9PTo91A6qZwgqSZ9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAIS CALDAS!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;faz um favor à malta e posta isto&lt;br /&gt;melhores cumps&lt;br /&gt;Paulo "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A melhor curta dos últimos tempos! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-6043559872923989689?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/6043559872923989689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=6043559872923989689&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/6043559872923989689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/6043559872923989689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/paulo-vais-ganhar-os-prmios-todos.html' title='Paulo, vais ganhar os prémios todos!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-1848192530437246074</id><published>2008-03-12T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:09:13.221+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu nunca...usei suspensórios!</title><content type='html'>Entre outras coisas. A bordo de um peniche até a noite dar quase lugar ao dia, e no meio de uma tempestade que teimava em não passar. Depois de um jantar delicioso no loup-blanc a fazer lembrar sabores do mundo descobertos em Leuven e após ter falhado o teatro das marionetas. Viva a imaginação! Porque não?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-1848192530437246074?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/1848192530437246074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=1848192530437246074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1848192530437246074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1848192530437246074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/eu-nuncausei-suspensrios.html' title='Eu nunca...usei suspensórios!'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-6113020487013755485</id><published>2008-03-10T23:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:00:52.068+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje teria sido um bom dia para ser um dia para mim</title><content type='html'>O tempo apelava ao conforto do lar e ao requinte de pequenos prazeres, como um bom vinho&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R9hgJPNW9gI/AAAAAAAABSU/ugN-IF5YRoE/s1600-h/casa_lareira.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176993483480036866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R9hgJPNW9gI/AAAAAAAABSU/ugN-IF5YRoE/s200/casa_lareira.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, o experimentar de uma nova receita e rever um grande clássico, à luz das velas, ao lado da lareira e a ouvir a chuva cair...e não é que há sonhos que às vezes se concretizam?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-6113020487013755485?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/6113020487013755485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=6113020487013755485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/6113020487013755485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/6113020487013755485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/hoje-teria-sido-um-bom-dia-para-ser-um.html' title='Hoje teria sido um bom dia para ser um dia para mim'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R9hgJPNW9gI/AAAAAAAABSU/ugN-IF5YRoE/s72-c/casa_lareira.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-7454120685236530564</id><published>2008-03-10T04:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:04:47.234+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cesky Krumlov</title><content type='html'>Cesky Krumlov, património da Unesco, cidade medieval muito bem conservada. Fim de semana fantástico, essencialmente de contacto com a natureza, do qual se me apraz dizer, não necessariamente por esta ordem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R-D_lfNW9hI/AAAAAAAABSc/0hlWD6mcHcM/s1600-h/Cesky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179420590973842962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R-D_lfNW9hI/AAAAAAAABSc/0hlWD6mcHcM/s200/Cesky.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- sinto-me feliz – isto há já uns quantos dias, quase semanas !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- adoro a Niki. Finalmente vôos pontuais, pessoas simpáticas, revistas de graça e 3 bancos para mim para dormir as viagens inteiras.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- tenho que prestar mais atenção nas minhas viagens. Incrível como revi Viena como se fosse pela primeira vez!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Alguém também tem que prestar mais atenção, mas aos postes – carros novos agradecem!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Até gosto de smarts, principalmente daqueles que nos levam a sítios fantásticos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Há que nos adaptar aos horários locais – se não há coisas que ficam por ver !! Mosteiro de Melk, até à próxima!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- É bom rever amigos e cortar com o mundo de tempos a tempos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Mesmo de férias há sempre oportunidade para juntar o trabalho e foi com muitos elogios que fui recebida no nosso stand em Viena, em feira a decorrer naquele fim de semana!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Comer um joelho de porco de 3Kg é coisa pouca em alguns sítios&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Há que prever sérias descidas de temperatura e levar roupa a condizer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Sessões fotográficas, por mais vontade que exista de ambas as partes, nem sempre correm bem. Neste caso, a culpa foi claramente do fotógrafo, que sabiamente apostou na quantidade em vez da qualidade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- regra de ouro: não esquecer de carregar a bateria da máquina ou garantir que ele reconhece as pilhas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Os maus tratos surgem quando menos os esperamos. Que fale a minha mão brutalmente, quase selvaticamente, entalada no vidro do carro sob o pretexto de que eu poderia ter frio…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Há surpresas que aparecem sem se anunciarem…o restaurante vegetariano não era ssim tão mau, antes pelo contrário!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Há cidades que valem pelas ruas e ambiente e não tanto monumentos. O tempo ajudou claramente à festa, à visita ao castelo e jardins, e ao percorrer das não muitas mas lindíssimas ruas de Cesky Krumlov. A estrada à beira do riacho foi uma agradável surpresa, e o hotel um achado – mesmo por cima do moinho de água! De (quase) directa para o trabalho, valha-nos as baterias carregadas e boa disposição! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-7454120685236530564?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/7454120685236530564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=7454120685236530564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/7454120685236530564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/7454120685236530564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/cesky-krumlov.html' title='Cesky Krumlov'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R-D_lfNW9hI/AAAAAAAABSc/0hlWD6mcHcM/s72-c/Cesky.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-3988053552474373872</id><published>2008-03-07T02:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T02:18:50.328+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto muito.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R9CW4HA8fBI/AAAAAAAABR0/toX5-M43DjQ/s1600-h/P3060033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174801862548552722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R9CW4HA8fBI/AAAAAAAABR0/toX5-M43DjQ/s200/P3060033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De fazer coisas novas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De experimentar Vernissages mesmo ao lado do meu trabalho, com um toque de loucura pelo meio, vinho e comida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De percorrer as margens do canal Saint Martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De fazer picnics ao luar, no meio dos barcos e candeeiros, mesmo depois de acabar de chover e sentar em bancos emprestados aos peniches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De deitar na rua a imaginar a praia, ao som de música &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R9CXSHA8fCI/AAAAAAAABR8/s2c2z9K6DpI/s1600-h/P3060048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174802309225151522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R9CXSHA8fCI/AAAAAAAABR8/s2c2z9K6DpI/s200/P3060048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;que nos diz alguma coisa e a degustar sabores exóticos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris. Continua a ser uma cidade onde tudo acontece, onde nada é impossível, uma eterna descoberta, inesgotável. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amo esta cidade!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-3988053552474373872?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/3988053552474373872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=3988053552474373872&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/3988053552474373872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/3988053552474373872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/gosto-muito.html' title='Gosto muito.'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R9CW4HA8fBI/AAAAAAAABR0/toX5-M43DjQ/s72-c/P3060033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-8622644209443251480</id><published>2008-03-05T23:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T02:04:44.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R9CUenA8fAI/AAAAAAAABRs/zXZ6Ld7q488/s1600-h/img_27167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174799225438632962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R9CUenA8fAI/AAAAAAAABRs/zXZ6Ld7q488/s200/img_27167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exposição de fotografia no XVIII, grátis como se quer e ainda por cima de qualidade. Apanhar a linha de metro mais comprida e encostar a cabeça. Jantar improvisado com toque paquistanês e salada de manga e morangos para a sobremesa, patrocinada pelo senhor da mercearia que decidiu oferecer-me os ditos...e não me fiz de rogada! Muita conversa e o resto do Paciente Inglês embalaram-me já a noite ia longa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-8622644209443251480?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/8622644209443251480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=8622644209443251480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8622644209443251480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8622644209443251480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/exposio-de-fotografia-no-xviii-grtis.html' title=''/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R9CUenA8fAI/AAAAAAAABRs/zXZ6Ld7q488/s72-c/img_27167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-6468369587380998569</id><published>2008-03-05T20:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T20:31:37.762+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vá-se la perceber as crianças de 3 anos !!</title><content type='html'>- Susu, que prendas recebeste tu nos teus anos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não sei.  Pode ser Primavera, Inverno, Outuno, ou também Verão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voz ao fundo: - o que é que ela está a dizer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Diz que esta é a minha casa! Chamava-te um figo !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-6468369587380998569?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/6468369587380998569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=6468369587380998569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/6468369587380998569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/6468369587380998569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/v-se-la-perceber-as-crianas-de-3-anos.html' title='Vá-se la perceber as crianças de 3 anos !!'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-2688454322319494079</id><published>2008-03-04T23:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T01:38:40.477+01:00</updated><title type='text'>És um zero à esquina!</title><content type='html'>Saída brilhante de alguém após um jantar onde o chefe foi aprovado com distinção! Ementa exótica onde se destacam sabores como côco, gengibre ou hortelã, sobremesa com toque de génio e companhia deveras agradável - não fosse o futebol... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O dia foi longo mas revitalizante - começo a voltar a comprovar a minha teoria de que poucas horas dormidas me deixam com mais energia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R9CN0nA8e7I/AAAAAAAABRE/_urk2Hybb1s/s1600-h/english_patient_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174791906814360498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R9CN0nA8e7I/AAAAAAAABRE/_urk2Hybb1s/s200/english_patient_ver2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Correr num escritório de um lado para o outro, meterem-me num táxi com passagem em Ódeon para comprar uma bata de doente, e em casa, para pegar numas calças pretas, antes de me deixar em Montparnasse onde fui de TGV a Le Mans servir de modelo para fotografias à nossa máquina. Chegar, posar, ser deixada na estação pelo fotógrafo com direito a breve visita turística e correr para jantar, perdermo-nos a caminho do Arco do Triunfo descobrindo pelo caminho mais um dos milhares de monumentos escondido em Paris. Chegar a casa ainda trouxe água na boca com o rever do sempre clássico e apaixonante Paciente Inglês!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-2688454322319494079?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/2688454322319494079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=2688454322319494079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/2688454322319494079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/2688454322319494079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/s-um-zero-esquina.html' title='És um zero à esquina!'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R9CN0nA8e7I/AAAAAAAABRE/_urk2Hybb1s/s72-c/english_patient_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-4234693488626067535</id><published>2008-03-03T01:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T01:57:14.417+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não foi de descanso, mas de descoberta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R9CK9XA8e6I/AAAAAAAABQ8/GY9QBJ3xGp4/s1600-h/SU_03B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174788758603332514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R9CK9XA8e6I/AAAAAAAABQ8/GY9QBJ3xGp4/s320/SU_03B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piquei finalmente o ponto nos Esgotos, depois de umas merecidas compras para comemorar o jeitoso depósito na conta. Maison Européene de la Photographie foi a próxima - e positivamente agradável! - paragem, após longa e regeneradora caminhada. Paris não pára de surpreender e ainda dou por mim a descobrir recantos como a Village Saint Paul em pleno Marais com uma concentração de lojas de decoração e antiquários. A Velib não foi uma ideia muito feliz era tanto o vento, mas cheguei ao destino sã e salva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Domingo, e porque um dia não são dias, dei finalmente uso ao meu Bon Cadeau que me ofereceram nos anos - OBRIGADA!!! Hammam comigo para umas quantas horas que se queriam de descontracção e que teriam correspondido às expectativas não fosse o serviço francês - e consequentemente simpático - e a longa fila de espera para a exfoliação e massagem. Mas valeu muito a pena e recomendo a experiência, já tinha saudades de um bom banho turco!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174797073660017650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R9CShXA8e_I/AAAAAAAABRk/jtQAm0u-K2Q/s200/P3010025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174797069365050338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R9CShHA8e-I/AAAAAAAABRc/1VuVhnPGWUY/s200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-4234693488626067535?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/4234693488626067535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=4234693488626067535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4234693488626067535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4234693488626067535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-foi-de-descanso-mas-de-descoberta.html' title='Não foi de descanso, mas de descoberta.'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R9CK9XA8e6I/AAAAAAAABQ8/GY9QBJ3xGp4/s72-c/SU_03B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-2757692332613581524</id><published>2008-03-02T02:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T02:06:19.737+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E porquê Nandinha, perguntam vocês?</title><content type='html'>Perguntem ao Diogo, ele é que me chama assim mas acho que nem ele próprio sabe porquê!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-2757692332613581524?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/2757692332613581524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=2757692332613581524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/2757692332613581524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/2757692332613581524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/e-porqu-nandinha-perguntam-vocs.html' title='E porquê Nandinha, perguntam vocês?'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-8730615025745688846</id><published>2008-03-01T02:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T02:08:22.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GRANDES MISTÉRIOS DOS DESENHOS ANIMADOS</title><content type='html'>Que tipo de droga tomarão os anões da Branca de Neve para depois de 20 horas a bulir sair a cantar da mina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que a Capuchinho Vermelho teve de pedir tantas pistas até se aperceber que a avó era um lobo? Estava drogada? ......ou era mesmo parva?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Pantera Cor de Rosa era ele ou ela? Ou terá sido a primeira expressão da cultura gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que é que o Incrível Hulk, quando se começa a transformar, rebenta toda a roupa menos as cuecas? Serão estupidamente elásticas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para reflexão...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-8730615025745688846?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/8730615025745688846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=8730615025745688846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8730615025745688846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8730615025745688846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/03/grandes-mistrios-dos-desenhos-animados.html' title='GRANDES MISTÉRIOS DOS DESENHOS ANIMADOS'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-1985298583729776144</id><published>2008-02-29T19:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T19:18:47.731+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BOM FIM DE SEMANA!!!</title><content type='html'>Acho que o facto de andar a adormecer cada vez que ando de metro é um sinal claro que tenho que encaixar descanso neste fim de semana!... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-1985298583729776144?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/1985298583729776144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=1985298583729776144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1985298583729776144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1985298583729776144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/02/bom-fim-de-semana_29.html' title='BOM FIM DE SEMANA!!!'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-795135371452214818</id><published>2008-02-29T08:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:34:49.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Herdar expectativas e ver reflectidas em nós ambições que se colocavam em relação a outra pessoa é um fardo duro de carregar. Mas aprender a não esperar nada de ninguém é um objectivo ainda mais difícil de atingir."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-795135371452214818?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/795135371452214818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=795135371452214818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/795135371452214818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/795135371452214818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/02/herdar-expectativas-e-ver-reflectidas.html' title=''/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-8480233463619142880</id><published>2008-02-28T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T02:33:46.242+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No country for old Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R8tVQqTgMuI/AAAAAAAABQs/jiJKjKyU-So/s1600-h/no-country-for-old-men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173322341687505634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R8tVQqTgMuI/AAAAAAAABQs/jiJKjKyU-So/s200/no-country-for-old-men.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A saga dos filmes sem sentido continua, em sessão cinéma a 5 chez moi depois de repasto farto. Brilhantemente realizado, actuações excepcionais, sem dúvida merecedor de todos os óscares que lhe foram atribuídos, mas alguém me explica o final??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A chicha poderá ter ajudado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-8480233463619142880?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/8480233463619142880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=8480233463619142880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8480233463619142880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8480233463619142880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-country-for-old-men.html' title='No country for old Men'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R8tVQqTgMuI/AAAAAAAABQs/jiJKjKyU-So/s72-c/no-country-for-old-men.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-8579584274577279012</id><published>2008-02-28T07:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T13:03:03.669+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Acho que sou parvo"</title><content type='html'>Citando o meu caro amigo Diogo Paiva Andrade (outros devaneios em &lt;a href="http://www.diganafranca.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.diganafranca.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu às vezes sou tão esperto que me assusto, não é? Posso continuar a divagar e escrever coisas completamente inúteis e parvas. O que seria deveras estúpido porque tenho bastante trabalho, mas que se lixe. Adoro parvoíce, gostava de poder dizer parvoíce até aos 90 anos. Será que a esperança média de vida vai chegar a tal idade? Duvido. Nunca se sabe, com os avanços da ciência...hoje em dia tudo é possível. Se vires bem o homem já foi à lua, porque é que não podemos viver até aos 90? Eu quero viver mais tempo. Já chega de parvoíce. Devia por este texto tão bem improvisado pelas minhas mãos no meu blog. O que achas? Seria muito estúpido. Vais a ver eu sou mesmo um adepto da parvoíce. Acho que sou parvo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bem haja"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que és um querido (sei que vais adorar a expressão!). E agora, das-me um abraço? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-8579584274577279012?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/8579584274577279012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=8579584274577279012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8579584274577279012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/8579584274577279012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/02/acho-que-sou-parvo.html' title='&quot;Acho que sou parvo&quot;'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-1425763457360613387</id><published>2008-02-27T23:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:17:56.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R8iDfqTgMtI/AAAAAAAABQk/JGUcE5esjJk/s1600-h/P2270018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172528751990289106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R8iDfqTgMtI/AAAAAAAABQk/JGUcE5esjJk/s200/P2270018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pica pau de "negócios" - ideias para patrocínio de uma traversia da Mongólia num booguie kyte surf? (nem sei bem como se escreve, a ajuda pode começar por aqui!!) - e jantar colorido e arquitectónico! Digamos que chegou para chegar a casa de sorriso na cara!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-1425763457360613387?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/1425763457360613387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=1425763457360613387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1425763457360613387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1425763457360613387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/02/smile.html' title='Smile!'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R8iDfqTgMtI/AAAAAAAABQk/JGUcE5esjJk/s72-c/P2270018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-1366919095245548732</id><published>2008-02-26T22:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:01:13.449+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijos salgados</title><content type='html'>Que saudades! Às vezes nem nos apercebemos de quão importantes são certas pessoas para nós e de quanto nos fazem falta. Sushi para abrir as hostilidades chez Diogo e partida para o concerto jazz bossa nova no Baiser Salé...palavras para quê, adorei a noite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172521721128825538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R8h9GaTgMsI/AAAAAAAABQc/qzqDkYTL03U/s320/P2260015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-1366919095245548732?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/1366919095245548732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=1366919095245548732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1366919095245548732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1366919095245548732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/02/beijos-salgados.html' title='Beijos salgados'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R8h9GaTgMsI/AAAAAAAABQc/qzqDkYTL03U/s72-c/P2260015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-2762097670933437646</id><published>2008-02-26T01:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:03:16.039+01:00</updated><title type='text'>jenemangepasdecheval</title><content type='html'>Noia, este é para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostei especialmente do facto de a campanha ser promovida pela Fundação Brigitte Bardot. Terão eles medo que os cavalos sejam comidos até à extinção e que deixem de ser cavalgados em pêlo por belas senhoras despedidas de preconceitos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posso fazer uma campanha jenemangepasdehirondelle ou outra coisa qualquer? Posso, posso, posso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171821750351604146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R8YAev9YqbI/AAAAAAAABPs/DXoKuOicV6k/s400/P2260011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-2762097670933437646?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/2762097670933437646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=2762097670933437646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/2762097670933437646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/2762097670933437646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/02/jenemangepasdecheval.html' title='jenemangepasdecheval'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R8YAev9YqbI/AAAAAAAABPs/DXoKuOicV6k/s72-c/P2260011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-3614602967872324710</id><published>2008-02-25T06:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T02:28:28.877+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Misanthrope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R8h2WaTgMrI/AAAAAAAABQU/7XWba4MlRCA/s1600-h/Nouvelle+image+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172514299425338034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R8h2WaTgMrI/AAAAAAAABQU/7XWba4MlRCA/s200/Nouvelle+image+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claramente antigimos a escalada da dificuldade nos programas culturais - cereja em cima do bolo, Le Misanthrope (Molière) no prestigiado estabelecimento que é a Comédie Française, em funcionamento desde 1680. Uma pechincha conseguida por um triz e depois de horas na fila - valeu o picnic que aterrou precisamente às 19h30 - um pouco seco para mim, não tive direito ao  chocolate quente devido ao herpes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-3614602967872324710?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/3614602967872324710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=3614602967872324710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/3614602967872324710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/3614602967872324710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/02/le-misanthrope.html' title='Le Misanthrope'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R8h2WaTgMrI/AAAAAAAABQU/7XWba4MlRCA/s72-c/Nouvelle+image+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-1629121405729540198</id><published>2008-02-24T01:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:01:43.352+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pouco de ar fresco!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172509579256279698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R8hyDqTgMpI/AAAAAAAABQE/pAAPeEgf13E/s200/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;PARABÉNS SUSU!! A minha prima linda está a ficar uma senhora do cimo dos seus 3 anos!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impressora nova, obrigada mana!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finalmente subi ao cimo da Notre Dame, ao que se seguiu o passeio pela Île Saint Louie novamente suspiros - quem me dera morar ali! -, passagem em Bastille e picar de ponto na Place des Vosges. Há muito que não fazia de cicerone e sabe bem relembrar a paixão por esta cidade maravilhosa, numa tentativa - quase sempre concretizada! - de contagiar os visitantes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atravessar Concorde até Quay Branly, que visitei finalmente sem pagar, e regressar a Bastille para um esperado (leia-se, demorado!) jantar num Espanhol com uma atmosfera muito própria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R8hyqaTgMqI/AAAAAAAABQM/JjWCLpvcrn0/s1600-h/P2240008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172510244976210594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R8hyqaTgMqI/AAAAAAAABQM/JjWCLpvcrn0/s200/P2240008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Domingo serviu para carregar baterias e reciclar os pulmões, ida de carro - que luxo! - até Saint Germain en Laye, visitar o castelo de kilómetros, praticar o francês, relembrar história, almoçar algo nunca visto e digerir ao longo de caminhada na floresta, com interrupção para sesta até o sol começar a fugir...para temrinar o dia em grande, jantar em bela companhia em Saint Michel e chuva para encerrar o fim de semana! Até a metereologia está connosco!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-1629121405729540198?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/1629121405729540198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=1629121405729540198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1629121405729540198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/1629121405729540198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/02/um-pouco-de-ar-fresco.html' title='Um pouco de ar fresco!'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R8hyDqTgMpI/AAAAAAAABQE/pAAPeEgf13E/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-4993233672672392687</id><published>2008-02-22T01:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T01:42:26.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saul Leiter e 2046</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R8YCSP9YqdI/AAAAAAAABP8/B0YHel9aqls/s1600-h/imagew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171823734626494930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R8YCSP9YqdI/AAAAAAAABP8/B0YHel9aqls/s200/imagew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faltava ao registo de cultura uma exposição de fotografia. Como há que não adiar muito estas coisas, 4ª (20/02) foi tão bom dia como outro qualquer, e a Fundation Henri Cartier Bresson recebeu-nos até ao fecho. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na véspera, fondue improvisado de chocolate acompanha 2046, filme chinês com legendas em francês, algo demasiado avançado para aquela hora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-4993233672672392687?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/4993233672672392687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=4993233672672392687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4993233672672392687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4993233672672392687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/02/saul-leiter-e-2046.html' title='Saul Leiter e 2046'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R8YCSP9YqdI/AAAAAAAABP8/B0YHel9aqls/s72-c/imagew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-5139819576510653329</id><published>2008-02-21T18:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T01:42:54.848+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Certamente</title><content type='html'>"Transformar cansaço em energias". Foi o que ele disse. Mas não chegou a ser assim e o que foi nao deveria ter sido. Um momento de cobardia - ou terá sido lucidez? -, uns acontecimentos desencadeiam outros, e foi com lágrimas nos olhos que ele confessou a sua incredulidade nos outros e foi com os olhos em lágrimas que ela não conseguiu explicar porque precisava estar sozinha. Os seus caminhos cruzar-se-ão novamente. Certamente. E talvez o que deveria ter sido possa finalmente ser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-5139819576510653329?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/5139819576510653329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=5139819576510653329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/5139819576510653329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/5139819576510653329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/02/certamente.html' title='Certamente'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-4765247086732525222</id><published>2008-02-20T23:01:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:39:00.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris tem destas coisas...</title><content type='html'>Após um ano a viver nesta cidade de sonho - para o regist&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R7yqg_9YqZI/AAAAAAAABPc/YjgYsb5lG8c/s1600-h/gedmarlon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169193956215925138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R7yqg_9YqZI/AAAAAAAABPc/YjgYsb5lG8c/s200/gedmarlon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o, dia 13 de Fevereiro de 2007 estava a iniciar a minha aventura por estas bandas! - ainda tenho coisas para conhecer. Nem o frio gélido que se fez sentir o fim de semana inteiro me demoveu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para não quebrar o ritmo e mantar o nível de inovação no género e geografia e dificuldade crescente, 6ª assisti ao Ged Marlon One Man Show. Pizzas a 3,30€, um achado em pleno Saint Michel e propício a karaoke e convívios, e seguimos para Belleville, para apreciar a vista nocturna sobre Paris. Picado o ponto no La Mer à Boire, que recomendo vivamente, fomos dar o ar da nossa graça pela Marroquinerie até nos expulsarem e bem acompanhados por uma ponhcha potente e umas margueritas exóticas. Metro já tinha fechado, o último bus já tinha passado, rendi-me aos encantos do táxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R7ypPf9YqYI/AAAAAAAABPU/YA8Ek4NyMwo/s1600-h/IMG_4665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169192556056586626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R7ypPf9YqYI/AAAAAAAABPU/YA8Ek4NyMwo/s200/IMG_4665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sábado (16/02) começou cedo e com viagem até Poissy. Villa Savoye do Corbusier, que um pouco de cultura nunca fez mal a ninúém e os dias bonitos são para serem aproveitados ao ar livre, continuámos a descoberta de novo em Paris, na Sainte Chappelle bem perto da hora de fecho. A igreja é simplesmente divinal e perdoem-me as pessoas que já me vieram visitar por não a ter incluído no roteiro! A subida à Notre Dame é novamente adiada, mas não mais a incursão à livraria Shakespere, no kilómetro zero de Paris e com um conceito de organização de espaço, em plena casa, muito inovador. Finalmente bons livros para ler, estreio-me na literatura de autor com Imortalidade, Milan Kundera. Caminhada ao ar livre um pouco por todo o lado e lado nenhum, esta cidade é inesgotável em ruas, jardins, praças e museus!!!... Rue Saint-Jacques, surpresa agradável, rápida prova de vinhos, praça a visitar novamente de dia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corrida pelo Parc Citröen - tiraram o balão, já perdi uma aposta!!!! - e passeio ao solinho pel&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R7yrpP9YqaI/AAAAAAAABPk/Tj6vKihyPKw/s1600-h/affiche_image_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169195197461473698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R7yrpP9YqaI/AAAAAAAABPk/Tj6vKihyPKw/s400/affiche_image_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as Tuilleries, gauffre - e a escolha foi bem difícil! - na Häagen Dazs junto à Ópera, atravessar Paris junto ao rio e relaxar no Quay Branly, antes de visitar o Palais de Tokyo e a exposição surreal que marca pelas árvores que abanam. A noite quer-se de reflexões... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-4765247086732525222?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/4765247086732525222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=4765247086732525222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4765247086732525222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/4765247086732525222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/02/paris-tem-destas-coisas.html' title='Paris tem destas coisas...'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R7yqg_9YqZI/AAAAAAAABPc/YjgYsb5lG8c/s72-c/gedmarlon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-5232872657075158884</id><published>2008-02-20T22:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:01:36.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse Lunar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R7yi__9YqWI/AAAAAAAABPE/ghZXU2cAaeY/s1600-h/Lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169185692698847586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R7yi__9YqWI/AAAAAAAABPE/ghZXU2cAaeY/s320/Lua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diz que hoje a Lua desaparece, se bem que apenas por uns largos minutos. Não fossem as nuvens e alinhava numa espera. Afinal parece que é o último eclipse total da Lua em França até 2015!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como calculo que não resista até lá, fica o registo antecipado:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21 Fevereiro 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2h43 - 6h10, com ponto alto às 4h01&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-5232872657075158884?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/5232872657075158884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=5232872657075158884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/5232872657075158884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/5232872657075158884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/02/eclipse-lunar.html' title='Eclipse Lunar'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R7yi__9YqWI/AAAAAAAABPE/ghZXU2cAaeY/s72-c/Lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6578944575708686886.post-3638267835062268005</id><published>2008-02-20T22:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:16:14.992+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Hilton nas municipais de Paris 2008?? Salvem-nos a todos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R7yezv9YqVI/AAAAAAAABO8/0zmMvKPJ9BI/s1600-h/paris_save-2-ca8d0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169181084198938962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R7yezv9YqVI/AAAAAAAABO8/0zmMvKPJ9BI/s400/paris_save-2-ca8d0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://parissaveparis.fr/"&gt;http://parissaveparis.fr/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Eu própria&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6578944575708686886-3638267835062268005?l=parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/feeds/3638267835062268005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6578944575708686886&amp;postID=3638267835062268005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/3638267835062268005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6578944575708686886/posts/default/3638267835062268005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parisenquelquesmots.blogspot.com/2008/02/paris-hilton-nas-municipais-de-paris.html' title='Paris Hilton nas municipais de Paris 2008?? Salvem-nos a todos!'/><author><name>Fi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04058704500976906522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5Vdspev2KEM/R7yezv9YqVI/AAAAAAAABO8/0zmMvKPJ9BI/s72-c/paris_save-2-ca8d0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
