Things you might see at a café #1

Dear Nice People at Perrier,

As much as I enjoy your fine product (yes, I do occasionally drink beverages other than wine, just not often), there is absolutely nothing about a shrub which has been pruned into the shape of your bottle that is going to make me drink more of the stuff.   I mean, really - what were your marketing people thinking?  (If, on the other hand, you would like to send me some freebies, I would happily accept them and might even get on board with the weird shrubbery.  Maybe.)

Love,

Miss K

Why the Belgians are better than the French (Pt 4 and final)

16.  Okay, you need to look very carefully at the photo below: the two people on this bike are facing away from each other.  Yes, that's right.  On the same bike, facing in different directions.  I...just...don't even know what to say about it, except that you would certainly never see the French doing anything that awesomely insane. 

17.  This is how the Belgians do hot chocolate.  Totally. Civilized. Country.

18.  The Belgian waffle (and yes, there actually is a waffle lurking underneath all that, you just can't see it - and that's how I like it!):  suuuure, the French do amazingly delicious and perfect pastries, but would you ever find anything resembling this hot mess in France?  Mais non! But quite honestly, if they loosened up on the perfection once in a while, it might do them some good...

19.  The French can sometimes be a bit too subtle.  The Belgians?  Yeah, not so much.

20.  A giant replica cone of frites by the front door - you would never see anything this tacky (and awesome) in France.  But I swear, every time I see this photo I get hungry, so it's effective advertising.  And also?  Hee!  Truly, my love knows no bounds.

 

So here we are at the end of my twenty reasons why the Belgians are better than the French (which, I repeat, was all tongue-in-cheek affectionate teasing, of course) - I've had fun choosing the photos and writing about it, I hope you've enjoyed reading it.  I now return you to our regularly scheduled programme...

Just another Friday night

Right this very minute, I am sitting in a cafe, waiting on some friends and sipping a glass of wine. And the Moulin Rouge is right in front of me - I just thought I would share that.

Wait - how did I get to Tokyo?

So there I was, sitting in a café on the rue de Rivoli, having a glass of wine and reading.  I looked up and saw this group of about a dozen Japanese ladies walking past in the full garb - kimonos, obis, sandals.  Huh.  You just never know what you're going to see when you're passing the time in Paris...