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Pictures From Paris And Amsterdam
13 August 2018
This July I went to Paris and Amsterdam for a bit of work and a bit of
vacation. In Amsterdam, I presented at
a workshop for security engineers and
academics, and in Paris my manager and I met up with friendly Chrome people
there who do work adjacent to ours.
I didn’t do anything but the workshop/conference in Amsterdam, unfortunately.
I’ve loved Amsterdam in the past and should have scheduled more time there. It’s
a chill town.
In Paris, I mostly walked around and ate food in neighborhoods I hadn’t
visited in previous trips. Here are some pictures!
(You can get full-size versions of each picture by clicking on the
I was very fortunate, and got
to fly business class. Entrée: raw salmon with herbs, some kind of pâté, bread,
Main plate: chicken, mashed
Dessert: confection squares,
Breakfast: omelette, bacon,
potatoes, coffee, yogurt, fruit.
The Google Paris office
I arrived on the Sunday that France won
the World Cup. Every brasserie, bistro, bar, and coffee shop was over-full of
people eyeing the TV.
Down the street from my hotel. I swore I’d
get one, but literally forgot!
While I was eating dinner a relatively less-animated
pizza place, the post-World Cup celebration was heating up. And the weather was
incredibly hot. Not pictured: people laying on the hood of a taxi while it drove
backwards down this 1-way street; person dancing on top of a
The hotel breakfast was the same every day, and very
bad. The texture of the scrambled eggs was unholy, and the beans were always
cold. Good bread though.
Down the street from my hotel, this fantastic
pâtisserie. I got at least 1 thing here every day, until they closed for
Many doors on Paris streets open into
courtyards and building complexes like this. The Google office
The entrance to my
Interesting-looking bookstore, but closed for
A nice vibe in the
At Gare du Nord, this
sign (“No urinating”) has been ignored.
Inside Gare du Nord, waiting for my train to
Arrived at Amsterdam Centraal
station, going in circles trying to find the tram to my hotel. It was marginally
less burningly hot in Amsterdam.
View from my hotel room in
View from outside my
Instructions on how to push the
Walk button in Amsterdam.
Back in Paris, riding on the
More Paris traffic.
building in this neighborhood had at least 1 lutherie shop, piano store, or
sheet music store.
Nice to see they have community
libraries in Paris, too!
Le Moulin Rouge.
proper breakfast snack.
“This is the right place, and the right time.” But they
don’t say for what. 🤔
Fantastic ham sandwich on perfect toast,
with perfect fries.
When the pâtisserie closed for vacation, it was a sad
I just like this
A coffee shop. 🤨
I did not try French hot
The river Seine.
On the bank of the Seine.
Placard on the front of one of the
Fantastic coffee on the other
side of the Seine.
More pastry pictures.
near the jazz venue that I literally could not find, presumably nestled in among
roughly 9,246 tiny restaurants.
Extremely well-crafted yet completely
incorrect hamburger. Strangely tall and steak-like.
I was not able
to see the golem, or its productions. Alas.
“More Noise”, buying and
selling records, CDs, and comic books.
Ice cream in Montmartre. A suggestion from
one of our colleagues. This place also had great beer, which we chugged as
appropriate in that heat.
Sunset in Montmartre.
This electric scooter was
right outside a shop selling more in different colors.
The sauce on this pasta (underneath the
prosciutto) was perfect.
This is what I got when I ordered a
cappuccino. It was good though.
Chicken, excellent fries, and
Athena doing a victory dance.
The Eiffel Tower, on an unreasonably
hot and humid day.
Inside the Musée d’Orsay, a museum built
inside a former train station.
These paintings were lit to glow, but I think they would
have even without the light treatment.
A program from the Black Cat
Another program cover.
Sculptures in the
Good bread is a big
Technically, the reason I was
It finally rained,
and the heat broke. The ground was covered in these buds.
Cheese and charcuterie, with a
colleague who sits next to me in SF but who was (unknown to me) in Paris, and a
friendly Parisian whom I know from security industry stuff. At a hipster beer
place suggested by another security friend on Twitter. Everything was v
Walking to l’Arc de
A slightly strange but tasty croque
Long shot of the Arch.
For some reason, I ate a lot of
prosciutto on this trip. This was dinner on my last evening before coming