My Life in Paris :: Assorted Random Photos
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August is almost here, which means Paris is about to shut down for a month. While I’ll continue to give you Monday, Wednesday and Friday pastry entries, I’ve decided to temporarily cut back on Tuesday or Thursday posts. They’re some of the most time-consuming photo/musing spectacles to create, and the August dip in site traffic would make it feel like a partially fruitless effort. That said, I’m going to use the time to take a ****-ton of photos around town, so I’ll have a nice stockpile of material for the months ahead. Keep tuning in for the pastries though . . . I see no reason not to show them off at all times!
But today we’re going to just look at a bunch of random photos I think are cool. Case in point . . . the above. What guy could possibly need a Ferrari, when he could be driving the ultimate ***** magnet? And yet, for all its awesomeness, can it really beat a tricycle so awesome that its 4-year-old owner sees fit to bike lock it? In the event you’re thinking that’s a staged shot or just some one-off scene . . . no, I walk by that little girl’s bike almost every morning. It’s occasionally not there, ostensibly when she’s out taking it for a spin.
Does your neighborhood fromagerie/charcuterie have a large basket of goose eggs perched atop a huge wheel of parmesan cheese, which itself is overseen by a herd of cow figurines? No? Then you don’t live in France.
This was my lunch one day at Jean-Paul Hévin: La Princesse, a chocolate éclair, some Anne d’Autriche hot chocolate, and a nice pot of Lapsang Souchong tea. It’s all part of seeking the human=>pastry transformation.
Is it a bench that’s just missing its wooden slats, or is it a piece of art installed in the Parisian urban milieu? We’re invited to sit, but yet we’re unable. This is clearly a wry commentary on France’s shift toward American-style capitalism and the toll it’s taken on the collective psyche and lifestyle of the French populace. Or, again, it could be that the bench slats just need to be replaced.
This is one of the strangest pieces of graffiti I see on a regular basis, and I love it . . .
Everybody’s favorite statue on Rue de Sèvres . . .
I wish the sun had been shining at a perfect angle so that the shot could have been more balanced, but seeing as how Paris is not at the equator, the below is as good as it was going to get at 8 in the morning.
As an Atlantian toddler, I can’t count the number of times I wanted to sit with my trident, atop a large fish, and just flex . . .
So there you go – my latest favorite random shots from around the city. I hope, before I leave, I get a photo of the tricycle girl with her trike . . . or, better yet, locking/unlocking it, before checking to make sure it’s secure. And then I need a photo of me shaking her hand, congratulating her on dispensing with insouciance and opting for circumspection.
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