Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Things you might see in Montmartre #3

Sooo, remember how the other day I posted the photo of what I see walking to work?  Well, this is what I see on the walk back home.  I know, you don't even have to say it: I suck.  Sorry, everyone!  (Please feel free to cheer yourselves up with the thought of how broke I am living here - sure, it's pretty, but dang, it's a good thing the views are free...)

Monday, September 19, 2011

Totally crap outfit of the week #23

Well, Miss K is often not the brightest bulb in the chandelier, but I'm going to go waaaaay out on a limb here and guess that this lady is somewhat fond of the colour pink.  And hey, I like pink as much as the next gal (possibly more, since I have somehow managed to acquire four pairs of pink shoes over the years, which is probably three pairs more than necessary), but this seems a teensy bit excessive.  And had I managed to shoot this photo from the front, you would have seen that even her glasses were pink.  So, so wrong...

Friday, September 16, 2011

Things you might see on the street #24 (style)

For those of you who don't live in Paris, please observe this sterling example of Parisian style: a fabulous handbag and the unmistakably saucy red sole of a classic Christian Louboutin stiletto.  On a scooter!   Outstanding.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

All they need is an Elvis impersonator...

Well, now I've seen it all: a light-up cross, of all things.  Love it.  The church is so Paris, but that cross is Vegas, baby!

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

My morning commute

Well, it's been a while since I posted something so smug that it will make you all hate me (at least I think so - it's entirely possible you hate me all the time just for living in Paris, and if so...well, I can't blame you, so have at it), but I really had to show you what my morning commute to work looks like these days.  I know, I suck.  Sorry!

Monday, September 12, 2011

Things you might see on the street #23 (cat)

Hot day.  Flat cat. So flat, in fact, that we had to make sure he was still breathing (he was).  Way to relax, little dude.