I find this Orangina ad campaign terrifying. Seriously? A seductive, bikini/undergarment-clad kangaroo smoking a cigarette? I'll have what she's having. So maybe you can help me out:
I just wanted to give Starbucks Paris a shout-out for having a keypad on their bathroom, the code for which is printed on your receipt when you buy something. This would certainly be useful in New York, where, as it's the known go-to spot for free toilet use, you never know what you're going to find in a Starbucks bathroom. Question for today:
This is the line I waited in yesterday afternoon to buy a movie ticket. Unfortunately, the part of the line that was in front of me looked just like this for a while, because there was nobody in the booth selling tickets. The guy who worked for Studio Galande--seemingly the only person answering to this description--was in the theatre itself, I don't know, cleaning up?, and didn't come out to sell tickets until after the movie's posted start time. In fact, on the ticket booth, there was even this little gem:
...which is a buzzer that reads SONNEZ ET PATIENTEZ S.V.P., or "Please ring and be patient." Ring a bell if you want to buy a movie ticket?? This all leads me to ask a question I've been wondering about for quite some time, but finally have photographic evidence to back it up:
This is a picture of the water that rushes out of the holes in the curb every day or two in order to clean our street. In case you're trying to read what it says on the metal plate, it says not to drink the water. You got it, fellas--promise. While NYC-style car-moving for street cleaning is a total pain for people with cars, I have to wonder:
30 questions already?! Time do fly. This above is one of the holiday windows at the Galeries Lafayette. Each of them proffers a cute or funny, but often slightly suggestive, buffet of animatronic entertainment. This gingerbread fella was davening (second definition) on the bouffanty mannequin's knee--zoom in for a better look--and a goofy little part of me wondered:
Vindicated! I couldn't help myself; I had to take this picture, and I did my best to crop it down to minimum size for recognition of the important bits without trying to exploit the individual pictured, who is lovely. This, dear readers, is a real French person--one of my Alto-section choirmates--eating, standing up, before the start of rehearsal! I was so excited! You can kind of make out the end of the pain au chocolat in her right hand. It's just so nice to know that I'm not alone, that there are other snackers--even French ones!--lurking here in Paris.
Most of you will recognize this as Winnie, our littler little dog. She's pictured above chewing on one of the Nylabones my parents brought for the pups. She's been spending a whole lotta time chewing, which is quite unlike her. Graham's always been a heavy hitter, dentally speaking, but we had a hard time convincing Winnie to follow suit. This meant that, despite her sweet face, she had some gnarly breath. But since we've been in Paris, she has been a whole other pup. Sure, she's still generally entropy on four paws, but some things have changed. Where she was once sometimes picky, she now chows down with gusto. She runs alongside Graham to chase bones thrown across the apartment. She's a bouncier, pluckier girl (and also a little more willful, but perhaps this comes with the territory). So the question is: