Here is a random little assortment of some strange/interesting/bizarre things I got to snap while roaming around town. They are not the best quality, for which I apologize, but they serve to me as reminders of that particular look/sound/smell I can only find in Paris.
"The first site of extra-marital encounters designed by the women. 1st in France, 1st in Europe, 1s in the world." These posters have been advertising the website for a few months now. It never ceases to amaze me how creative the human perversion can get. As a child of parents who divorced because of an "extra-marital encounter", I am definitely not flattered by this ground-breaking website.
The dogs form an inseparable part of the Paris' aura. They even have their own traffic signs.
You can buy a bottle of pure French perfume extract for a mere 3000 euros at Galleries Lafayette. Paris has definitely introduced me to a new concept of price tags.
A faithful companion of every metro musician. A stereo and a collection cup attached to an adapted shopping "caddie". An efficient way to accompany your musical instrument while on board.
This is a common sight in the quarters around Paris, and especially on the suburbs where there is a large African immigrant/heritage community. Kids like these attend French schools in "French" clothes, and walk around with their moms on weekends in their wrappers. Of course, this doesn't go for all Africans living in Paris, and people from other parts of the world wear their ethnic clothes as well. I just love the ease with which people of different origins wear what represents their culture.
My friend Patricia babysits for one rich family in the 17th arrondissement near l'Arc de Triomphe. This is the room of their 4-year-old son. (Up on the wall hangs the boy's great-great-grand uncle)
"The first site of extra-marital encounters designed by the women. 1st in France, 1st in Europe, 1s in the world." These posters have been advertising the website for a few months now. It never ceases to amaze me how creative the human perversion can get. As a child of parents who divorced because of an "extra-marital encounter", I am definitely not flattered by this ground-breaking website.
The dogs form an inseparable part of the Paris' aura. They even have their own traffic signs.
You can buy a bottle of pure French perfume extract for a mere 3000 euros at Galleries Lafayette. Paris has definitely introduced me to a new concept of price tags.
A faithful companion of every metro musician. A stereo and a collection cup attached to an adapted shopping "caddie". An efficient way to accompany your musical instrument while on board.
This is a common sight in the quarters around Paris, and especially on the suburbs where there is a large African immigrant/heritage community. Kids like these attend French schools in "French" clothes, and walk around with their moms on weekends in their wrappers. Of course, this doesn't go for all Africans living in Paris, and people from other parts of the world wear their ethnic clothes as well. I just love the ease with which people of different origins wear what represents their culture.
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