A fond la forme! (rien à voir avec Décathlon)

So most people see the city of Paris as ~*~Paris~*~ but in the end it's just a city. It's not a bad city, it benefits from years and years and years of centralised everything and let's be honest almost everything is still centralised. Paris is all about taking the train and hoping it doesn't stop at Avignon TGV or Aix TGV. That makes you lose about fifteen minutes which is a catastrophe. Oh and see the funky lamps they now have at Saint Charles? ( four more photos and stories of randomness )

Et merde. Paris brûle.

La réflexion du jour.

Something to think over on your way to/from work... (besides the usual "but why don't they let us walk in the trenches around the Invalides"?) Why do people always want to lose weight before their wedding/graduation/other? They spend ages complaining about how they can't fit into the dress and must starve themselves only to complain for years and years after the event about how they can no longer fit into the dress and how much thinner they were "back then". But what do I know! (well, I do know that a meal without dessert is a very sad one, does that count?)

Chez Meuh!

Remember the cow thing? It's an unwritten law that anything that has to do with cows, especially cows that ressemble my sister's Meuh*, is considered holy. So when a restaurant opened close to where my sis lives that used a cow strangely resembling Meuh it was a big deal. I had never been there so we just had to drop by the other week-end when I came over. Isn't that cow cute? And they serve really good raclette, the proper half-circle-of-cheese way. ( one more of the actual menu, not just the drinks menu ) *Meuh is cow soft toy. Meuh is awesome. Meuh lives with my sis. Panda and Baby and Maurice Georges are three cow toys that live with me. They've travelled all over the place with me, little adventurers that they are.

Day 364

Day 364 - 03.11.10

Is there a date passed which you can't wear them anymore?