A long red scarf appeared on the statue in Place de la Republique a few days ago. The scarf is crossed in the front and there is also a new flag which appears to have something on it about AIDS, so I assume the statue’s new attire is related to the recent World AIDS Day. Mobile phone photos are below.
I haven’t posted much lately, because on top of being with the Brit who had his wisdom teeth pulled I’ve been trying to find a new apartment. It’s been hectic and far from hassle-free. Details to come later….
There are some moments when I feel like I've suddenly been thrown into a scene from a movie or film. This morning's bus ride was either Freaks or a Carnivale episode. There was a man with 6 fingers on each hand; a woman who looked more Romulan than human; a person who appeared to just miss the height requirements of a dwarf and was dressed as a woman with a fur coat, yet had the face of a man. (S)he reminded me of Samson from Carnivale. To top it off, there was a teenage boy who I've seen on the bus before and appears to have a developmental issue. He was in a seat towards the middle of the bus (I was sitting all the way in the back), and after he'd been on the bus a while he moved next to me and proceed to shift about in 2 seats (it was a round de 6 places) and mumble to himself. It's time such as this when I look around for Rod Sterling.
This was the comment made by an English colleague when she saw my IM message a while back about Bushy finally being gone. I asked her what she thought of me as, if not American. She replied “European". Mid-Atlantic would probably be more accurate at the moment - neither here nor there.
I saw this and had to link to it because it’s so comical. A train in the south of France was robbed and the thieves took (of all things) cushions with the Playboy logo.
This morning on the way to work, I was walking down the stairs and ran into a neighbor who lives a couple of floors below. This man has two young kids with his wife/partner. We’ve seen each other a few times but haven’t really talked much beyond bonjour. This morning he asked me if I did babysitting from time to time and I replied that I didn’t really have the time. Apparently I still look young enough to be considered for babysitting AND I trustworthy enough for someone who barely knows me to want to leave his young children with me. What a hoot. At the time I didn’t even consider that he might be desperate or crazy…
I have some repeat visitors and a few of you have been kind enough to leave comments. I’m curious. If you’re reading this blog, especially if you keep coming back to read more, drop me a line and tell me about yourself. Who are you? Where are you? How’d you find me?
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